Microbiota and the pain it brings 9am on a Monday.

Hey there teeenage baltimore! Don't change that channel! Its time for the corny colins show!

Right, here I am in the Ingold Cluster (because Hannah wants to be here rather than the love of my life...stoner lab...dont judge me). We are being good people and trying to our homework...but we ALL know that we are on facebook updating ourselves on the latest gossip which has occured in the last 2 hours. GOOD TIMES.

Last night, my beautiful friends returned after a most "productive" night out at Carnage. My personal favourite being ***** (Someones name that has an I before an E) , dressed as a "ninja" for the SUPERHERO theme, she is a legend and an half. She rolls up as me and Hannah return from our pint of coke and pub quiz times at The Library, to be confronted by the comment "Why are you here, you didnt pay to go to Carnage."

Get in side woman.

Then to be followed by: "I think I should go inside, the snow is white and I am black". Right. Hold that thought. So off we went inside to be entertained by a strip show by our in-resident wannabe fruity dancer (we are in awe of them) who then after clattering and banging said "I'm going to bed now". Thank god. For now we were safe.

Then the wilting Dennis and Mic were wide awake and spazzing about (as per usual) until Rachel reveals that her darling Ruth had been sick in our kitchen...aaaaa the stench :D

Anyways, so after aimlessly chatting about Tom, Dick and that other guy Harry, we decided to call it a night and glare at the beauty of the blizzard outside.

The next morning, Michaela recieves text from Louise "Are you awake?! xxx".

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Hangover Club had commenced at the early time of 7.32am this morning. Damn it woman why aren't I hungover, just darned tired. And so off I trotted to Microbiology...oh joy...cholera...death...infection...pathogens...zzzzzzzzz.

Then, as I return to the hub of the love of my life (the chemistry building), this guy stops me and says "Hey, you do Chemistry dont you?" What the hell man. "I do Transport" (again what even is that) "We spoke at Cockpit...have a good night?".

And so, basically, the conclusion of my post is that our amnesia is most definitely getting worse, and hangover club has evolved into our basic flat activity, and I am proud to be the owner of the bed for where it all happens.

Take that sherlock...now I am going to help Hannah with her Maple...for I am the MASTER!

Post: Michaela.