Walked into the computer lab today to hear two boys arguing about which of them had the smallest hips, was quite amusing to say the least. It did get rather heated.

I also overheard a poor distressed boy worrying about his emails…

Boy1: ‘Oh my god, my emails have disappeared. Do they go after a certain amount of time?’
Boy 2: ‘Yeah mate.’
Boy 1: ‘OH NO! Where to?!’
Boy 2. ‘Erm..the next page?’
Boy 1: ‘Oh…right.’

Had a conversation with J today about a date he was meant to go on last weekend. Poor J, the girl stood him up…again. Unfortunately the three other boys in my flat didn’t have much to offer in the way on condolences…
He knows he’s going to bump into her at the gym this afternoon but unfortunately the three other boys in my flat didn’t have much to offer in the way of condolences…

‘Take a look at her arse and think to yourself…This is what I could have won…’

After waking up to an incredibly bad rendition of The Saturdays on the radio, my mood hasn’t much improved. Managed to drag myself over to the other flat to cook breakfast and nearly dropped dead on the spot at the stench of day old Indian take away and somebodys’ sweaty old shorts. Very nice. Skipped the breakfast part and decided to buy a fry up at the Uni canteen. I didn’t realise sausages were meant to be so slimy…..maybe I’ll stick to toast in the future.

Heard the most disturbing conversation today…

Boy 1: ‘Mate, I’m well bored…..I dare you to drink my pee..’
Boy 2: ‘Ah man that’s rank. Rock, paper, scissors to decide?’
Boy 1: ‘ Yeh okay….1..2..3…ROCK!’
Boy 2: ‘1..2..3…SCISSORS!….Shit….’
Boy 1: ‘Ha! You’ve got to drink it now. I don’t think I can pee again yet.’
Boy 2: ‘Can I just swallow a raw egg instead?’
Boy 1: ‘Yeah. Okay mate.’

Is it just me or are men both unbelievably disgusting or just plain and utter idiots?

Made a complaint that the heating wasn’t on last night and that it was too cold so the maintenance team seem to have whacked it up as high as possible this afternoon. Probably trying to kill me off for moaning again, I think I should have a tropical beach party tonight.

It’s 11:40pm and I’m sat covered in conditioner and cursing at the shower. For the fourth time this term the hot water conveniently ran out as soon as I put on my conditioner. It’s about minus three outside, the heating isn’t working and I can’t think of anything I’d like to do more other than go to bed. After considering flushing my head down the toilet to rinse off the gloop that’s currently sliding down my head, I’ve decided it would be better to boil the kettle and use the hot water to wash it off.

12:30pm. Just got into bed. I must say I am extremely un-amused with the current situation and am wrapped up like the Michelin man in four layers of tops, two pairs of socks and three blankets. Contemplating the idea of suicide is even too much of a hassle. Maybe I could OD on my beauty vitamins from Boots but I fear the only affect would be longer nails in the morning.