we're fast, we're fast, we're having a blast

I've just returned to uni after the wonderful jolly that was reading week. I had a lovely excursion to Lucy's house (flat). It's so far North that it's in a whole other country. I went to Edinburgh Bargain Stores. I bought a knife.

I then went home for one night for the sole purpose of being able to watch Spooks on One, and then watching the next episode on BBC3. But I couldn't. They don't do it anymore. All this time at uni I've been cursing the lack of freeview, and yet the minute I go home to one, it all ends. This did not make me a happy bunny.

I then went to Ben's and bummed around, learnt approx 4 Russian words, and cooked. Twice. Relatively successfully actually, although I did almost kill Ben and Caleb with raw chicken. But it was ok, that's what microwaves are for. The whole cooking experience inspired me to buy actual real food in Tesco today and attempt another masterchef effort. I burnt my wooden spoon. Ooops.

Friday was spent at home writting an academic book review and borrowing genuine 90s leggings from my mum. They're for ballet, but I thought I'd try them on. And now, after a journey on a train delayed by 58 minutes, I'm back in the city. Wearing the aforementioned leggings. Love them.

I went to Oxford Street this evening with Jess and Maria. We went to Topshop. It's so big. So big that we couldn't find the Topshop shoes. We found plenty of other shoes. They have an Office in the basement. It's bigger than the actual Office shop. But I didn't buy shoes. I bought a dress. It's gold. It's made out of sequins. It's amazing.

The floor five guys have gone out because Joey has been sat in her room lonely for a week, she is reading week-free. I'm saving myself for Maria's birthday extravaganza tomorrow night. And writing to you.