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?