Evolutionary measures: Survival of the fittest (Volume 1: 1)

Stacey does not get ill (well she tries to convince herself that she has the immune system of a robot), and the elephants on her chest are a minor blip therefore she can carry on functioning for the rest of the day. She also doesn't know why she' s referring to herself in the third person. 

Video did not kill the radio star: myself and Baker are bringing it back, quite literally, starting from next Wednesday. It will be a feast for your ears (well for people on campus anyways). 

Yesterday was full of LOLs. Playing Rumikub and then inappropriately watching a disney video (yes video) whilst hanging is full of fun times. I'm still buzzing from the experience and blaming the excitement that was caused for this nasty chesty thing. So excited that I even had a mini brain hemorrhage, well more of a nose bleed; this was the first since the age of ten. Epic stuff. 

Update: Shower time is even more exciting. We have a tile game. It's called try to put the tiles back on the wall after they fall off. I heart. I presented this to Linda from the housing office, however she didn't seem to share my enthusiasm and I then pointed out that the paddling pool in the kitchen is starting to become an inconvenience. Yet again lack of enthusiasm possibly due to the prospect of the large workload this will create for her. Poor Linda. 

Stacey is yet again referring to herself in the third person and considering retreating back to bed. Adieu.