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Sunniest campus in the country...
2012
unknownj
... my a**. This place is by no means sunny. Except right now, ironically enough. But last night, there was quite some degree of thunder, lightning, and rain. This was made very obvious by the fact that the roof in the kitchen isn't as good as it could be, and it rained on us. Yay...

One good thing about University - it has a habit of really challenging my moral limits. Details will not be forthcoming, but it has been necessary for me to establish opinions and morals on things I hadn't considered before. All very mind-expanding, or some such thing... Anyhow, the point is that it's making me think, which is no bad thing. I've not reached any conclusions yet, but it'll all be resolved on Saturday...

So, since last I wrote, I went back to the flat. Specifically, I went back to my room and slept for 6 hours, waking at 6:30pm. This represented a sound decision, since it made possible the rest of the night's events...

There was a 70s night at the Hot House, so we all got dressed up (vaguely) to go to that. It was pissing it down, but we eventually managed to get there (other side of campus, see). On arrival in Falmer Bar, we found Vicky and some guy handcuffed together, although this state of affairs only lasted until she grabbed James (downstairs James, that is) and cuffed herself to him instead. That lasted the rest of the night, and included at least one trip to the ladies restroom. I really do not want to know. Anyway, we proceeded to buy drinks. I have found, much to my amusement, that large(ish) quantities of Jack Daniels affects me in much the same way that wine affects Mice (the person, not the species). That is to say, after two doubles, my entire face was numb (to the point where I couldn't feel Claire slap me (this sort of thing seems to happen a lot to me)) and I could hardly stand up. We then went on to the 70s night, where I had another couple of doubles, and bought a couple of doubles for Claire too. After this point, I was somewhat out of it. Which was nice... The down side, of course, is that seriously messes my insides up, making me rather ill (although still not sick). Oh well, that's the price you pay...

Anyway, after getting down to some darned funky 70s music, I went to get myself and Claire more drinks. We were going to start on Tequila (which I believe I owe her half a bottle of, for some reason I can't quite remember), I believe. Just as I reached the bar, the fire alarm went off (and I'm choosing to believe that this was God's way of saying "Consider the liver"), so we had to leave. We then walked back, in the pouring rain, to the flat, whereupon we all piled into Claire's room and watched Ally McBeal, which she'd recorded earlier. Very funny, although I must admit that a certain degree of it has now been forgotten. After that, we watched a load of good quality Friends Series 2 episodes, where James and myself managed to quote practically every joke (he managed even more than me - shocking!). By about 2am, next door (as in flat 72, not just the next bedroom) were banging on the walls. We banged back, and went back to watching TV (wrong, I know, but heck...). At about 2:30am I went off to my room (intent on not pissing off the people next door), and left them to it. 10 minutes later, I realised I'd left my shoes in there, so I went back in and stayed for ages. Claire (who had a lecture at 9:15 today) decided she needed sleep, so at about 4am she kicked us all out. So we went to the dining room and played cards for an hour, before finally going to bed.

One bad thing about me when I'm drunk (one of the many), is that I'm way too loud. People who've known me for enough years (and by that I mean my father, and a couple of other people), you'll know that my normal speaking volume is a good few decibels above everybody else. I have since managed to curb that, but when I'm drunk I apparently revert back to being noisy. I must stop that...

Oh, and finally - my credit cards are no longer working on my phone. No, I haven't reached any limits - just for some reason they no longer work. This means that I can't phone or text message anybody until I find somewhere that sells vouchers. So David, it's not because I hate you that I've stopped talking to you. And Dad, this explains my lack of calling home. There we go...

Well, I think that's it - lecture soon, so I shall get on with that... More later, perhaps

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You?

LOUD?

Shum mishtake surely.....

Exactly what I was thinking...

like I ever thought that for a min. In college now, and managed to buy a nice new coat today in stockport, yey, and still have cash to come down and see you, yey, and still have enough cash to by copious ammounts of booze, yey

Concentrate on getting down here first. Then we'll worry about the alcohol (which is dead cheap on campus anyway)...

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