I think mini eggs should be illegal after Easter. I saw them in Topshop this afternoon and nearly had a heart attack. Mini eggs! In May! I had to buy some. Three packets, to be precise. I've only eaten one so far... With the help of D, of course, and E and F, two more of the people who live here in the Block.

I can't believe people left comments about my random ramblings last night! Now I feel all warm and fuzzy and happy *grins like a six year old*. I might leave some of my actual fiction up here some day, just to gauge reactions. I write absolutely anything, by the way - one of the novels I've actually finished is a fantasy-quest, the other one is chick-lit. I've also got chapters of various horrors, thrillers, detectives, satires, erotics, gothics... you name it, I'll have written it at some point! Though I can't do poetry. Ugh, it just never works. I peaked at seven with my wonderful 'Autumn' poem and have gone downhill ever since.

Finding it hard to believe I'm still writing this, actually. TWO whole entries?! What's going on here?! We'll call it therapy and leave it at that, I think. Though my best therapy came last night - D came down to my room to cheer me up. Ended up performing a dance routine of 'Bring It All Back' by S Club 7 that he'd choreographed with his friends in Year 6, complete with hip wiggles and spins. I literally laughed until I had to pee. ...As I did today when I found out he shaves his feet. I mean, what?!?!

I had to do quite a bit of counselling for D today, actually. We went down with F to pick up some summative essays today, and it turned out that in the module we both do, I got 63% and he got 50%. Admittedly I was so surprised at my mark that I nearly fell in the river with pure shock. But he was really depressed about his. Even my news that I only got 38% in a translation test he'd got 59% in didn't cheer him up (though I've never actually got the marks back for that particular test - I was skiving. Had to try and make him happy somehow, though).

But he seemed to be feeling better when we had an impromptu chocolate fondue party in his flat this evening. J brought a fondue thingy up from home, I provided bananas and grapes, F donated marshmallows and fudge. After a brief debate where D insisted that apricots are actually dehydrated peaches, the party was in full swing, wine, Pimms, chick-flicks and all. A good night.

I should probably go to sleep. Sleep is always a good thing. However, I can still hear F in the kitchen. Well, more to the point, I can hear F's boyfriend, who has been out tonight, clattering drunkenly round the kitchen while she tries to lure him to bed. I've got Skins on (thank you 4OD!) to try and drown them out. The episode where Maxxie is being stalked by Sketch. I love Skins.

At least, if I don't go to sleep I should probably be revising. German History and Culture exam on Tuesday (the one I do with D) and I know nothing about Luther. Or Bismarck. Me and J went to the Botanic Gardens to revise this morning. Fat lot of good that was, we spent the whole morning sunbathing among the flowers. Of course, my hayfever was going bonkers, but that can be ignored if it's sunny enough. J's caught the sun and actually can't put her legs out straight without wincing at the red patches on the back of her knees, but I haven't changed colour at all. At least I don't burn very often, just go straight to brown... eventually!

By the way, potato product of the night = gnocchi. I made it for me and J today, with chorizo in tomato and mozzarella sauce and sliced avocado. Made it for the first time on holiday in Portugal last year with my friends, felt like I'd discovered a miracle. J loved it too. No such thing as typical student food, in my humble opinion! Pasta my arse. Maybe tomorrow I'll do a mini-roast chicken. Roast potatoes... mmm. The best kind.

Right, time for bed I think. Or at least, time for lying in bed waiting for sleep, perhaps watching another episode of Skins... perhaps going out and helping F get her boyfriend into her room before he passes out on the industrial red chairs that are supposed to serve as sofas. They're not very comfy, I speak from Freshers' Week experience... That pirate party really was a blast. First time I'd ever been properly drunk - my very first hangover the day after!

Misty x