Have realized the longer I do not blog, the more I do not want to face such an immense task. Have also realized I never want to leave here.

Had a Russian class I somewhat enjoyed even though it started at 9am and involved Russian. Discussed "extreme sportsmen" and golden fish, which is why, according to Teach, "Russians don't like to work." Went to cafe to have cappuccino and read Gorky. Discovered Gorky is my lost love of Russ. lit. Where the hell has he been all my life? He utterly dumps his characters into a pile of crap, and his writing is light and beautiful. Please read his Fragments from my Diary. It is short and so worth it. Then had the most incredible Hall experience of my entire world. Ready? Starter: fried brie and cranberry sauce. Dinner: stuffed red pepper/pork chop with apple n bacon/potato/green stuff. Dessert: bread n butter pudding. So much butter. So much cream. Went to Park End after a stint in the JCR where dancing/walking/bottle tossing/bottle throwing occured. Epicness inv. earring/blanket/hallway/tea. Trophy.

Thursday, due to Wednesday's epic nature, involved doing nothing until I typed my entire essay between 5-8 and then had a cider in the JCR. Fin.

Friday, slightly more productive. Had tutorial. Went well due to my clear obsession with Gorky. Skipped Hall because went to see Macbeth at Keble. Unimpressed due to modern costume/lots of running. Line delivery was pretty good. Hit up JCR, went to Spoons (which is actually called the 4 Candles??), went back to Park End. Danced. Danced. Danced. Ran after M. who ran somewhere without shoes. Discovered excellent tree. Climbed said tree. Had long conversation convincing boys I was not coming down from said tree. Did come down to run to - where else?- Hasans. Best chicken nuggets ever experienced. Ever. Found hallmates outside, invited them to eat our food, bonded.

Saturday, took pictures. 5 hours of pictures. Went to HP Great Hall. Check yes. Went to Catz "Ann Summers" dinner at restaurant called Big Bang where we ate sausages and looked at lingerie? One part def. better than other. Got dessert, maybe worth it. M. J. and I went to King's Arms to meet FK and had cider. Got asked for picture of me? Sketcho, yes. Thought of incredible Entz costume? Yes. Hint: theme is guilty pleasure. All will be revealed soon.

Had to come to library to write this because our plugs do not function today. Why? Eh...