I knew I wouldn't be able to keep writing regularly! It's a miracle I've started again now actually, been ridiculously busy, what with revision, exams, disciplinary hearings...

Yes, I had a college disciplinary hearing. Most people get them for serious things like defying the all-powerful porters, destroying things... well I threw up on the nightbus. OK I suppose that can count as minor destruction, but I didn't know what I was doing...

It was a couple of weeks ago and the whole lot of us went out on a bar crawl, then to the Saturday student night at the SU. Usually, what we do is go to the SU bar first when we get in there, then make our way to the dancey part. Apparently that's what we did this time too. I don't even remember getting out of the bar. I tell you, I've never been that drunk before in my entire life and I don't plan to again. The only thing I can remember is throwing up. I don't remember getting on the nightbus: I don't remember getting off.

I definitely have no recollection of announcing to F "Wow, this is the fastest nightbus in the world!". What actually happened: I was in no fit state to keep on dancing by about one o clock. So F, J and JH, my three loveliest girlfriends, frogmarched me out of the SU and convinced me that it was over (it wasn't). Coincidentally, the nightbus was outside, so they bundled me on where I instantly dropped my head onto F's lap and started mumbling about the (allegedly) fastest nightbus in the world. Then I sat up, threw up all over F and JH, then flopped back down again. They escorted me out of the bus, not mentioning the sick all over the bus to the driver. But then my lovely J felt a bit guilty, and helped the bus driver clean it up.

The girls managed to get me into my room, thoughtfully placing my own casserole dish underneath me in case there was anything left in my stomach (there wasn't). JH was kind enough to get me out of my sicky clothes and into my fetching tartan pyjamas, then left the room when I passed out.

However, she was back in about five minutes time. At the best of times, I babble to myself in my sleep. Apparently chronic drunkenness heightens this: I was yelling "Help me! Help me!" while thrashing around. When JH came running back in, thinking I was dying, I started having a whole conversation with myself. JH sighed to herself, shook her head, and quietly left the room, leaving me to my own happy devices.

Two weeks later, and there I was in front of the combined force of the JCR exec, waiting to 'stand trial' as it was. Unfortunately, one of said JCR exec happens to be F's boyfriend, who was giggling away, having heard the story first hand (he may have even been there for some portion of it. Who knows - I definitely don't). I was expecting some kind of horrible punishment - but no. I have to serve breakfast for stressed-out examees for three mornings. Big deal. I'm going to be doing it during the last week of exams, so hardly anybody's going to be going near the bar for breakfast. Only problem is, I have to be there for 8am. Doom.

Tomorrow I have to get up ridiculously early too, though for a slightly less breakfasty reason. Lsat week, I had my worst burst of depression that I've had for a long time, and I sliced my hip to pieces. Gross, I know, but it doesn't mean it's easy to stop. I called him up absolutely hysterical, and he was in my room in about five minutes. I love him very much; he calmed me down, looked after me, hugged me, and bullied me into making an appointment with the college counselling service. I now feel like a proper basket case, actually going for counselling... but as D said, anything to make me feel better. What would I do without him?!

I'm hoping this counselling lark will help. It's such a pain having done this to myself - I now know exactly at what interval I turn over in my sleep, as every time I do I roll onto my hip, it hurts, and I wake up. An avowed insomniac anyway, this really isn't helping with those bags under my eyes. Thank god for Clinique foundation!

Ooh, it's been quite a long entry and I haven't mentioned food yet. No potatoes for a couple of days *gasp*. I've been eating salad! Lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, peppers, sweetcorn and feta cheese. How healthy am I?! With frozen grapes as a dessert/snack... And chocolate digestives for when I'm depressed/watching I'd Do Anything. Oh, and FAB ice lollies. Well, everyone has their vices!

Misty x