Wednesday, December 05, 2007
There was a mini-scale food fight in the dining hall today towards the end of the Christmas Dinner. Helen got cream all down her face, Pete had butter on him...it was mayhem. Like any noble person, I ducked and used the person next to me for cover. Even the mashed potato was flying everywhere. It was quelled after five or ten minutes or so, thankfully.
Currently, I have on my jogging gear, about to go out as 'Someone Sporty'. It's Sophie's birthday, and everyone from the block is going to Red Leicester as something beginning with 'S'. i wanted to go as myself but alas, they wouldn't let me. I'm going to absolutely -freeze- I know it...And I have a lecture at 10am tomorrow...fun times.