Urgh, I'm getting so tired far too early now. It's pitiful. Not even The Mummy Returns is keeping me awake, and normally nothing involving explosions and guns can keep me away.
MP got back this afternoon totally unexpectedly, which was fantastic and I pounced on her the second she came through the door. That may be why she is now flat out on the sofa, totally exhausted. The combined weight of her backpacks and myself was just too much. As was the intense excitement at seeing her favouritest housemate (!).
Speaking of wonderful housemates, it doesn't get better than one of them making you garlic bread. I'm spoilt and love it. Further food updates; have realised calling as grande chef extrordinaire. I even used chickpeas tonight. They're weird and taste like polystyreney cardboard, but I could kid myself that I'm Gordon Ramsey, so all is good.
I labelled over a hundred bits of rock in the archaeology department today. Result.
But obviously Mario Kart racing was the greatest achievement of the day. Nothing makes me happier than being an unbearably smug arse when winning. Which, of course, always happens...!
Ah, I forgot to add about my amazingly successful shopping; both C's and Pip's presents purchased. Of course am observing our £1 limit (combined decision from a group of cheap students who would rather spend their money on shoes and booze) - Pip has a mini wooden penguin and C, Will Smith's album Big Willie Style. Bloody awesome.
