Last night I had a party in my room. The thing that is confusing me the most is whose party it was, as it certainly wasn't mine.

Actually, I do know - it was Nadine's 19th, which was celebrated on my floor and eventually spilled into my room where I was attempting to work. In fact, it made a pleasant break from the rigmarole of bloody materials work, which I was slaving away on, and have continued to be doing ever since.

I was pleased to be visited by the likes of DDS, Blondage, Fat Dave, Fish, Greg, Nadine, Chloe and Dizzy Jo amongst others. It was amusing to watch the lots of them slowly bleed into a blissful alcoholic state, even if it was (that is, the punch) all over my bed/carpet/walls etc etc.

Even though I had intended on going out for the night for Sammi's birthday at VV, it ended up with me staying in and up until 2.30am working on the finer points of Scanning Electron Microscopy. Even me, the loveable geek, does not enjoy this, especially while the sounds of clinking glasses and highly tippled people are echoing around my floor. Luis was once again disappointed in my lack of attendance. These Spanish; so hard to please.

I have just been down to the committee meeting to try and sell FC and Pedalo tops to the members. I'm really trying to push the point but getting little in the way of coordinated help. Partially it's my fault, but sometimes I just wish a (stunningly gorgeous) superheroine clad in a social society cape (and bikini) would fly over, spot the issues I'm having and sort out the polo shirts.

Looks like we're getting a curry tonight. It's going to be the highlight of my day. I've had to put up with glancing up through my window all day, only to be greeted by blazing sunshine. This is not conducive to work, and makes me feel mortified I'm missing all this. The worst thing is that I know I could be doing exactly the same thing next week, but doing my CAD work instead. Why can't I have a weekend like everyone else?

The sun is setting over Lufbra and I've hardly seen/been in any of it all day. This is because I've spent my waking hours trying to sort out

a) the pile of materials work - reports, presentation boards etc and
b) sifting through my list of important things to do and problems to solve

Productive, but decidedly boring.

Last night turned from 'chilled out night' to full scale going out. I think it has had it's toll on me and I am in need of sleep. After intending to leave the Union at at half one, I didn't in fact go until the lights came on. I had a good time, and it certainly was less of a fiasco than Wednesday night.

I got my marks back for electronics yesterday. They weren't great, but they weren't bad either and I'm just happy I got what I got. I was actually quite worried about the result, as when we handed in the project the bloody thing refused to work more than just the basic functions.

Today I also missed out on Man Day. This event (the second in it's history) invloves beer, wrestling, pro-evo and other manly things. Swannny, DeVito and Mike are all involved and I have failed to see them since they locked themselves in the common room with a copy of Royal Rumble 2004 and several crates of beer early this morning. I would get involved in these manly things, but some of us have work to do, not to mention the fact we don't like computer games or football, even worse, computer games which are based on football.

I'm meant to be going out tonight. This week is killing me slowly. Tonight is Sammi's birthday party, Emma's birthday bar crawl and Nadine's punch party (which is going on on my floor). And what do I need? Sleep. Either I'm going to go out dressed as a Hawaiian Lemon Sherbert, or sleep. If only there was some way of achieving both successfully.

I saw the latest episode of the OC today. Wow. I still friggin' love that programme.

Why is it that Loughborough fails to provide more than one wide format printer to the entire campus? The printer in town informed me this morning that it simply isn't viable, time-wise that is, to set one up and keep it running. He told me this as he proceeded to colour copy my A2 presentation boards onto two separate A3 sheets, so later I could fix them together onto the foam board.

Now I understand the difficulty in the time it does consume, but with 12,000 students clambering at the doors of Media Services to get all those big posters printed off, surely there must be some sniff of profit in there?

I picked up a considerable amount of squash from Somerfield this morning. Progress on the DP4 point of sale for the Ribena widget is good, even though Jim, Tim and myself, spent hours searching the hardware stores of outer Lufbra for some bendy wood last night, with limited-to-no success.

Jono is back and his nose looks straight enough to me (following the incident on Wednesday night), and things are pretty much back to their normal self. One thing I did remember which had totally slipped my mind since seeing Fiona, was that Uncle Stanley had a stroke a couple of weeks ago. This went totally unbeknownst to me until the night she organised that rather 'abrupt' party. I haven't really had a chance to pass on my good wishes, I just hope he recovers soon. Thankfully he still has speech, but some motor movement was affected. I'm unsure how severe it is, but strokes really worry me. Nanna (his sister), had a series of them when I was 12, and so they have always been an issue for me. I'm just so glad it wasn't a bad one.

I'm not sure how extensive my night out is going to be. I'm well and truly knackered - I nearly fell asleep in the shower this morning which could have proved interesting. I am still hoping to catch a nap later on today, but in the meanwhile I have a two-hour electronics lecture to attend to, which is nice.

I found some awesome screensavers yesterday. It didn't even enter my mind when I got my new graphics card that I could run very high quality savers, but these are truly mind muddling. Download them for free at Really Slick.

On the women front, things are hopeless at the moment. I'm sure Olivia and Lucy Pinder must have just misplaced my number or something. Girls, if you want it again, just drop me an email.

That was possibly the most eventful night I've ever seen at Lufbra.

It was Rufio's birthday celebrations and to enter into the spirit of things, we all put on the prerequisite stripy tops and did our hair up in trademark yellow and red. The night started well, a few drinks on West 14 before heading down to the bar at 7.30pm. What Sean didn't realise was that we had booked him a stripper.

Now Sean loves being the centre of attention, but this was too much for him. Poor stripper. It was almost cringeworthy at times, but also very amusing. I don't envy anyone taking there clothes off who has to put up with a client like young Rufio.

So the night continued. There was a fair bit of alcohol flowing and by the time it came to heading out, we were all fairly drunk. Sean was absolutely hammered (Swan and I had discussed getting him a drink each, but in retrospect our decision not too was justified). Sean was in no state to get into the Union, and after barging his way out of the bar (through the bouncer, and therefore earing himself a ban) he left with Cat who was going to get him into the back door of the Union using her sport's sec pass.

It didn't work and Sean ended up in the queue with us. The only reason he got in was because he knew one of the bouncers on the Union door. Once inside it was a while until I saw him again. I spent most of the night wandering around doing my usual drunken thing. Flash and I headed over to the bar and picked up a couple of triple sambucas. This morning I've got a blister on the roof of my mouth though, as I think I might have left the Flaming bit of a Flaming Sambuca a couple of seconds too long.

Later that evening there were several notable events. Jono got nutted. Broken nose, blood everywhere. I find this absolutely disgusting as there was no need for this to ever spark off, and even worse it was a fight between friends (or at least hallmates) which could have been avoided had it not been for people acting on impulse. It's going to leave a nasty taste in quite a few mouths.

Also, Sean got chucked out the Union. I'm not going to elaborate on the reasons behind it, but when he got home he also found himself in trouble. I phoned him up this morning (under a alcoholic haze and still in a semi-drunken state) to tell him the list of people he owed apologies. Even for an Eddie he exceeded all expectations, going way beyond the call of duty. I think it's the first time at uni he has been genuinely embarrassed about his actions.

Apart from this, it was definitely an awesome night. I forgot how much I loved Wednesday nights.

This morning I peeled myself off my bed, grabbed a shower and turned up in the department for about half nine. Lectures all morning. To be fair on myself, I didn't get a hangover, even if concentration was a little flimsy, but I steered away from the workshop machinery until I'd fully sobered up. I'm happy with the ten fingers I have the way they are.

We also had a lecture on next year's options. I really am unsure what I'm going to do. I am soooo tempted to sack of the BSc course (which I have pursued for a year) and just do a BA. I know if I come out with a BSc it's going to be a low 2.1, but if I do the BA there is a good chance of a high 2.1, plus I'll have enjoyed it more. The ones I am really considering (BA modules) are Internet for Designers (I'll breeze it) and Entrepreneurship. I want to speak to a few people before I start filling out forms though.

I've got to crack on with work this afternoon. I don't know how we are going to get these boards printed in time....

This is truly hilarious. As I was reporting my last blog entry I received some breaking news, but until this morning I was unable to fully comprehend the scale of the event. DDS, my companion and IDT buddy, has become ginger. Now, you may think this is not a particularly special thing, until you actually witness the horror in it's full, violent self.

The story begins with his birthday a few nights back, when friends dyed it red. It didn't really work, but you could see a light tint. They never 'sealed' it either, which apparently is essential. Currin, in a desperate attempt to regain his dignity (and golden locks) decided to dye it blonde again. What a mistake. He is as yet undecided about what to do to solve the problem, and is currently sheepishly hiding under a cap.

Today further progress was made with the widget, and we tapped a three start triple helix screwthread onto the mould insert, which was as complicated as it sounds. We also made movements in the production of the point of sale unit. I am pleased with the way things are going, but there are still things to be done. As long as the road is as smooth as it has been I'm happy, despite the fact that at other half of the year handed in their projects today, which should be depressing me more than it is.

Tonight we are going out for Rufio's birthday. I am sitting here dressed as an 'Eddie' with dye in hair, stripy t-shirt and mandatory sweat band, which means it's time to go and make inappropriate comments to girls...

I got my mark back for PT, a big 67 which I am well chuffed about. Nice big marks have not been so easy to come by outside of my CFD and Design Contexts classes, but this has put a grin on my face for the next few days (until I get another result).

I spent the whole day in the workshops putting together the point of sale for the Ribena Widget. Tim and Jim were heavily involved too, Jon eventually appeared to help with the main mould tool insert, and Dan... well, Dan didn't really do much. It was the celebrations for his 20th the night previous, and was looking rather sheepish sporting his newly acquired 'strawberry blonde' locks. Poor guy. Oh well, it is funny.

Talking of birthdays, it was Rufio's today. I sat opposite him today at lunch and watched him open his cards (which were all suspiciously written in the same handwriting), then after reading the opening two syllables of the sentence, shook the card to allow any money inside to fall to the table, then continued reading them. He then complained that his brother (16) and sister (4) hadn't enclosed any bank notes; remarking that their pocket money would have sufficed. The whole process was amusing.

As was Grace's comment slightly earlier while working her way through her salad. Quote of the week is definitely "I have a bit of a thing for cucumbers at the moment". Beautifully put.

I've just got back from Birmingham with Jono. We went to my sister's sixth form social at the Medicine Bar as planned; arriving at around twenty to nine. It was Jono's first visit to Brum, and mine to the Custard Factory (a place I have heard a lot about, but unfortunately missed out on so far).

The kit supplied was extremely impressive (even to a total novice), and there must have been about 40 paid up kids hanging about in the bar. We started to play the first few tunes - just background music until the place filled up (they were expecting 120). Jono's usual style is cheese/party/R'n'B etc, but this gig brief had required more of an indie/rock brief, so the hard drive was stocked up with Kasabian, Bloc Party, Foos, Chilis - awesome stuff.

Turns out however that the party hit a little bump. Being a sixth form party, a lot of the kids were still under 18, and as soon as the management rumbled this they got us to switch of the music and ID'd everyone. Bitch. The place emptied within 10 minutes. Well over half were underage and so immediately chucked out, and by 10.30pm the place was dead. They called the evening to a close.

Ross (the guy in charge) was clearly gutted and the only thing we could do was pack up and leave. To be honest, both Jono and myself were silently relieved as we both needed an early, non-alcoholic night; but all the same felt well sorry that the party had to close. It would have been such a great venue to play (properly).

Sean's birthday celebrations tomorrow night. I wonder whether he knows what we've got in store for him.....?

The number of forms I have to fill in is rubbish. Why can't these systems be telepathic already?

This morning was more free than normal, so I had a bit of a lie in before my portfolio presentation at 11am. Then lunch, now my room, workshops in a few minutes. My day is planned and organised, totally unlike the rest of this week. I have this impending feeling of dread about something, but I'm not sure what it is yet. Hopefully I am just been a paranoid fool, and infact I am on the cusp of a lottery win or something instead.

Hall photo tonight. We are trying to organise something to wear, but this is proving difficult to say the least. When your mates have about as much creative talent as, well, a bunch of sport scientists, then you're well and truly screwed. I'm sure we'll sort something out in time.

I watched Team America World Police last night. To be honest I wasn't that impressed, and struggled to see the point of the movie. Was it meant to be cynical about everything? Could they not have put some more good humour in it? One or two lines and some subliminal meanings were good, but on the whole I didn't think it was worth watching again.

It's Fiona's party at the Medicine Bar tomorrow night and I'm going down there with Jono who has been asked to DJ for the evening. I'm not entirely sure how sane my sister is; as far as I'm aware asking a single DJ to produce a seven and a half hour set is, even by the most generous of standards, a little... erm... heavy. I think we have negotiated something a lot more civilised now, but I am still unsure how the night will pan out as Jono has still not found out whether he can use his laptop kit or not. We are assuming yes for the moment (Groove Armada are playing next week and we can't believe there isn't going to be some decent kit about) but if not, there will be a minor problem/heart attack.

Q: Do I go out tonight? A: To be decided.