I have an early start tomorrow so I should be going to sleep, but instead I want to describe my evening - its been quite eventful!
On Friday and Saturday I was with James, which was wonderful (despite him being all ill with a horrible flu thing :( ) So this evening I was coming home on the train. A few stops before mine, I hear an allmighty screaming; the kind of screaming which is made by many people. In shock I turned around to try and work out where this was coming from and what on earth was going on! It seemed like from nowhere near 100 emo children, smelling of beer and self pity, swarmed onto the train yelling and shouting. The mob somehow got hold of the train tannoy system and began yelling useful information to the train such asRobert is a cunt or Ben is a gayboy (etc etc). Luckily, as I said it was only a few stations from mine, so I was able to quickly remove myself and come back to the safety of campus life.

Today is the birthday of one of the boys from middle floor, and so middle floor was suitably holding a party; when I arrived said boy was already very very drunk - he dived on me with a yelp of “KATHRYYYYNNN”. As usual when the lads get drunk, nakedness was eventually suggested, more specifically a shirtless lap of our halls. Me and Sophie followed the three athletes to watch them go (one was the birthday boy). Once they had set off, me and Sophie disappeared into our halls, smug grins on our faces ready to watch the horror when the trio realised they had been locked outside. Our mirth lasted the whole of about 30 seconds before Laurence came jogging up the stairs gasping “Pete [birthday boy] has fallen over, he’s hurt himself, we dunno what to do”. After a few seconds of “You better not be pissing around” me and Sophie ran off in the direction the trio had set off in, to find birthday boy and Johnny sitting on the floor. It became immediately apparent birthday boy had cut his head and there was a fair bit of blood, so Crisis Sophie and Kat took over, Sophie dealing with Pete (“Okay sweetie, can you keep looking at me whilst we work out what you did here! Do you want a shirt?”) whilst I called the internal emergency line. To my news that “My friend who is quite drunk has fallen over and is bleeding from his head” the response I got was “and what is your name….and is that with a C or a K….” I became slightly frustrated with this - I just wanted to know someone with some medical training was heading our way. Apparently the paperwork had to come first…
Finally someone arrived and Pete was taken to hospital (much to his disgust. On being asked if he wanted to go, he said No.When told that he was going, his response was “When will I be back” - what a hardcore!)

So that drama over, it seemed all that was left was to go to bed; oh no no no. From bottom floor I heard the guitar being played, and I came down the stairs to something of a miniature spontaneous concert going on, with one of the boys playing classics such as wonderwall and when September ends. It was really quite special - we swayed and everything.

Okay, now to sleep
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

It seems the winds of change truly are blowing. Long may this continue and I hope Obama truly does fulfil the promises he has made.

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In other news:
Yesterday I was chatting away to sophie on our internal phones (never mind that she’s just down the corridor :P ) when I heard Laurence shouting “FIRE!! FIRE!” to which my response was “Oh for fuck sake!”, because me with little faith believed this to be a poor poor joke, and I was just about to go out and tell them as such. However the dreaded fire alarm began to shrill, sending shock waves through my body as I grabbed my keys and shoes, dived out my room and headed down the corridor. On my way out I met Helene, and we walked together ; before we had reached the door to the kitchen Helene grabbed my arm and looked at me in horror
“SHIT! My chips!”
We jogged passed the kitchen, and I glanced in the window in the door to see the room filled with smoke. We sped up, everyone from our floor shouting “GET OUT! ITS A REAL FIRE! GET OUT!”
Outside we all huddled, most people grumbling, Helene grinning nervously, Sophie panicking about her essay which was on her bed in her room, which is next to the kitchen. I just shook a lot, mostly out of adrenaline and some out of cold. We waited for a while, before the warden called us over with a tin of charred embers still glowing.
Luckily the boys had come back from hockey about an hour early (Laurence tried to use the fire blanket but failed and Johnny set off the alarms; our heroes :P) - we decided not to think about the results had the chips been left for an hour more
So now we have no oven.

All’s well that ends well

Lots of Love
Kat
xxx