If there were just three wishes I could be granted, the first one would be lots of hot girls, the second one would be world peace and the final one would be a hangover cure.

I was going to write something last night, but Sean's over eager attempt to go out resulted in us leaving the house at 8.30pm to make the Friday Night Collection from Bargain Booze. I wasn't even feeling 'up for it' after trudging through the day half awake, half asleep. For me it would have been good enough just to have a lemsip and a good film. Instead what we got was a pre-Union wine party around Tongy's. The only reason it can be called a wine party is because we had three bottles of the cheapest, nastiest vino that they could sell us - the rest of the stash was made up entirely of Fosters.

Tongy and Broomy mixed up some House on the decks in between playing a few games. By the time the taxi arrived we were all fairly stoked. Some sympathy for Tongy who ended up drinking a ridiculous number of fines - originally it was fixed so he always picked up the last King, but then even when he got involved on the rigging of the game, he managed to lose again, which goes to show that you can just be a genuinely unlucky person.

I submitted my ideas for my department Christmas card yesterday. I don't really like the one design, but the one I've put an image up of is the one I'm hoping they will consider. If it gets chosen I'm in for a cool 50, which won't be a wasted prize. I have this nasty feeling my trusty iPod is beginning to show it's age and the past couple of days it hasn't been playing ball (or music for that matter). Hopefully the issue will resolve itself before I decide on a rather expensive personal Christmas gift.

The house at the moment it either ridiculously hot, or sublimely cold. We haven't quite figured out timings yet and it's really annoying to not know whether you should be putting on your sandals or ski boots. One thing is for sure though - it's definitely not warm outside.

Not only did I finally submit my work for the RSA brief today, I also got the opportunity to watch New York band The Bravery for free. Not a bad thing.

I'm no huge fan, in fact I don't own any of their music, but it was a good gig - the first date of their UK tour as we discovered. As no one else in the house was out I went over with Mother Nature, Witters, and Crazy Rach. The fact they were playing in Lufbra was not the band's choice; we won a nationwide competition run by Samsung to get a 'Band On Your Campus'. We also discovered, we didn't exactly win - Leeds did, but they cheated (someone set up a auto-repeat voting system) so instead they ended up here.

Cat is a legend as otherwise I wouldn't have got a wristband ticket. Big thanks to you - I needed some relief after the gruelling past 24hrs. At about this time last night I was encountering printer hell when I discovered that all my boards were far too dark, and had to start over. I did however make the good discovery half way through that the HP 1220c has a very well hidden manual feed from the back. In a year and a half I never spotted this, and have been constantly putting up with bent, twisted and generally rubbish Super B size prints. They should write this sort of thing on the FRONT of the printer.

I'm now going to turn my hand to a little Christmas card design. There is a fifty quid prize and that sounds too delicious to let pass. Goodnight.

Finally I am emerging from the murky depths of CAD. It's only been three days constant slog, and I never want to go through the hell of a power-tripout again when i haven't saved work for over an hour (bloody microwave). I've consumed many glasses of squash and an entire bar of Bourneville chocolate in attempt to keep myself sane, and at last I can see the light at the end of the RSA tunnel.

I've learnt the basics of a brand new programme to me - Cinema 4D. It was the only way I could get the entire model to show up in a render package, so apart from a set of three presentation boards I also have total self tuition down on my list of achievements.

Cat very kindly phoned me earlier to tell me I can have her ticket to The Bravery tomorrow night. I have no idea who I'm going with yet, but I hadn't been able to get onto campus all day to pick up mine, so she did me a huge favour. We also got on totty spotter the other night, here and here.

I need to get out of the house.

The first point I managed to leave the house today was at 6.30pm when I went to Tesco. This is what my course is doing to me. To make things worse, I appear to, in the space of a single day, lost all ability to socially interact with people as I stumbled my way through several broken conversation in and around the supermarket aisles.

I find supermarkets an odd experience. Although the whole shopping thing is now fairly regular, my main grievance is that when you have a quick chat (especially with people you only half know) you end up running into them over and over again. You can hardly say "hello" over and over, and you often find yourself coming up with ridiculous things like "Oh, you again!" which is really obvious, because the minute you run into them you both know that you are probably going to see each other several times before losing them somewhere in between bread and canned fish.

Yesterday I stayed in also. I would say I made progress with my RSA, but I didn't (today has been far more productive). Instead I sat around, did odd bits of work, and ended up watching Swan and Devito battle it out in Pro Evo before retiring last night.

Despite the headlock that my course has me in I did manage to find some relief in the fact that the Kazakhstan government is suing Borat for portraying the country as being "...populated by drunks who enjoy cow-punching as a sport." Brilliant.

Looking at photos of the Tsunami aftermath is depressing.

Another alcohol fuelled event at the Union last night led to some interesting events. I had a fantastic time, as did Sean. Not sure about Broomy or Tongy; yet to speak to Butts, but he's heading over now.

We started here, all of the above plus Finchy came over to The Palace for VodyCoke and beer before making an unusually early departure to catch last orders at Towers Bar, "...to find some 18 year olds..." as Butts eloquently put it.

I don't think I realised quite how drunk I was until I tried to order a pint at the bar and realised how difficult I found it. At least I found sanctuary in watching Butts try to chat up the barmaid while she stood next to her boyfriend, who clearly wasn't impressed.

The queue wasn't too long - I caught up with Sima who I haven't seen in ages. After getting inside we started our rounds - I got split for a while, but then met up with everyone in Bocca. We moved around upstairs for ages. I tried unsuccessfully to chat up some quite hot girl. It was going really well until I pointed out the guy who was "...just starting that fight over there is one of my mates...". Turns out the guy Butts was trying to feed knuckle sandwiches to was one of her friends and she wasn't as passée over the safety of her friends as I am about mine. She promptly sacked me off.

We headed back to Towers and decided to go and see if Broomy was back. We missed our floor because Butts started on some essex kid in the lift. At this point I left to see if DDS was up, but decided it wasn't a great idea to wake him up and made my way home where I got on the coronation tuna sandwich train (you have to be drunk to eat that stuff - I had one last tin to get through).

Not feeling too bad all considered. Smooth.

Tonight I'm out for the last time ever. Well, ever until Friday next week, so not really ever. Butts is up from London and I'm planning on having one last stab at freedom before the 'final push' with the RSA stuff.

Today I have mostly been pumping out photorealistic renderings of my tin can solution. Not the most exciting thing in the world, but a unnecessary one. I also managed to catch up with the latest episode of Lost and watched It's All Gone Pete Tong, which is fantastic. I don't like Paul Kaye, but this was good.

Right, on with the party - no point hanging about...

Even though I haven't made an entry in two days, I do actually have a list of things that have happened/I've been up to.

The day before last the parents came up, bringing with them George. George isn't a real person (no my parents aren't that crazy - you'll understand in a second) George is a vacuum cleaner. Also we didn't name him George, that's his real name - the company who made him printed it on him (similar to Henry the Hoover, but green). Since we moved in we haven't had the service of a vacuum cleaner as the one under the stairs has been well and truly wrecked by prior occupants of the house.

So on Tuesday, I reintroduced Swan to Mother and Father, who then acquainted him with George and we left for Nottingham. Poor Swan - I don't even know if he knew what to do with it.

In Notts we went shopping for hoodies briefly (I've been getting cold) then went on into the town itself for some food. Unfortunately this is the night the heavens opened and we stood outside the Pizza Hut (closed for refurbishment) for 15 mins until it died down enough to dash across the square and into Wetherspoons. One steak and an Irish coffee later and I was good. The Parents got to check out the photos from Ireland and Crete (from last year) before we headed home. They also supplied me with the latest copy of The Foleyan, my old school magazine.

Later on I was happily working a when when I got a phonecall from the rest of my house who were in town. I hadn't planned on going out, but as it was both Dave's and Waddle's birthday I quickly changed my plan. We started out in Lloyd's then onto Wild (ex-Pulse). I'd not been since it's been refitted, and I was pleasantly surprised. Much nicer than with the sticky, smelly floors and walls, but I couldn't understand why there was always a queue for the gents. Odd. Also I was a little surprised at the DJ's inability to say anything other than "Throw your arms 'round your mates". That's all very well, but after the seventh time in six tracks, you start running out of arms, let alone mates.

Next morning was pretty hard. I think I started to sober up during Enterprise & Innovation which started at 9am. The point of realisation came when I started to feel the only reason I was still upright was due to the funny caffeine cloud I was floating on.

Yesterday I got my mark back for my initial Major Project proposal. 68. Well chuffed. It could have gone either way, and Si scared the crap out of me when he said what happens if you turn up and it just says 20 on it. I think I'd forgotten how much effort I'd put into the text, and so was presently surprised.

Tonight and two past nights this week I've been going halves with Sean on food. Anyone would have thought we had an unhealthy obsession with chicken dishes; Masala, Thai Stir Fry and now Korma. All good though.

I'm also well impressed with myself for another reason (not just being a cooking fiend). I've successfully knocked the web design assignment on the head, and made good inways into the Flash assignment too. It would be incredibly sceptical to say that was because I'm a web designer, but to be fair, it's true.

One final thing, if you haven't seen the highly impressive Sony Bravia advert yet, watch it and the making-of here. Note that they actually did that with the bouncy balls - it's not CG.