You see melodrama move from one sentence to the other, and many years practice of speaking in hushed tones

Quiet.
There are many times that one should be quiet

And not loud.

SIIIIIIIIIILEEEEEEEEENCE. Is best. As is Kings Of Leon played on repeat, but not when some f*ckstick from block C tries to outdo you on music loudness. Please, I think not.

Anyway, Lent begins tomorrow, so we're all having our last evening of doing the things we love...and so....my year in lists (there is a theme here).

Louise is giving up cheese (I questioned WHY YOU WOULD EVER DO THIS, apparently it is too expensive...) and chocolate. And alcohol for 10 days. A slight detox. We all know it's so she'll get more drunk after ten days.

Ellie is giving up sex. THIS IS ALL LIES. She is pretending to. But Michaela says she is 'fooling God'. But God knows. He sees. HE SEES.

Hannah is giving up alcohol. But she doesn't think she has enough resolve to do it. Ellie thinks she could give up going to the toilet. Explodeable. Ellie's next idea was that she could give up lectures.
Good one. She is now giving up giving up lectures. Nice :]

Dennis is giving up toast and chocolate. WHAT IS THIS SICKNESS?!?!

Michaela is losing toast and crisps. CRISPS?!?!?! It is appalling. Appalling.

I am giving up alcohol. And I believe I can do it :] Ho hum.

So we are spazzing in the flat, with plans of going to the union for soreen and teatowels, cleaning the kitchen (oh dear) and eating pancakes. EPIC TIMES.

We await how well we will do with Lent. We are all incapable of anything, so I doubt we will manage anything.













One of Ellie's friends once gave up w*nking for Lent.


Ellie is a mine of information today. And how do we feel about afros, thongs, malibu and bagpuss?! (Ellie prefers french knickers, but still feels positive about thongs.) And Bagpuss is the cat she never wants to have. WHAT.A.WOMAN.