Chocolate Pony

So yesterday I made like at least 50 of these biscuits. As I live with about 15 other hungry people by this morning there was only a few left and that was because I'd safely kept them in my room. This one was the last in existence and I'm munching away on it as I speak. Plan for today is revision and funnily enough the background of the photo is my Psychology notebook. It's also one of my flatmates birthdays today and a few are leaving to head home for the summer.

One of the guys who lives on the same floor as us but belongs to the other kitchen decided to give me a 3am drunken wake up call last night. So I thought I would talk about these and boy I've had many this year at Uni.

The one which was the biggest incident and involved the fore mentioned guy and another of my flatmates in March I think. They came back from town screaming and shouting their lungs out down the corridor which woke everyone up and then went into the kitchen (and I just happen to be the only one who has to live next to it). Rachel who'd woken up and tried to sort them out a little bit made them bacon sandwiches and as she was doing so they continued their shouting match with derogatory terms and banging their fists off the kitchen table I'd already gone in and told them to keep the noise down as I had an essay to finish the next day for 3pm but they didn't want to shut up. When the bacon sandwiches were finished the plates were thrown and smashed against the wall so at this point I decided to go get the porter as they weren't going to listen to us. Anyway so the porter charged them with very offences which I didn't realise who happen.

For about a week these boys were totally loathing of me and the first one would go out and get drunk he'd come to my door and hurl abuse at me and bang on my door and I'd lie in my bed in fear.

The next incident involves two flatmates who are now dating (awkward). The story isn't as long as the last but I was still pretty pissed off, they came back from a house party and were drinking tea or whatever in the kitchen before heading to bed which thankful I slept through but at 5am the mug went back in their kitchen cupboard and instead of a gentle closing of the door it was properly slammed resulting in me waking up and being able to get back to sleep.

I found last nights experience funnier than most. The first guy whose now got over his hatred for me came into our kitchen at 3am with another guy from the other kitchen. It's sometimes hard to make out words through the kitchen wall but he said "piss on a door step" at least 4 times and was proclaiming his hate for another flatmate when he said "I should go speak to Alex" so there I was lying in my bed in fear thinking I was about to get some abuse. He banged on my door enough that would probably wake someone from the dead wished me a "Merry Christmas and a Happy 2012" told me it was his last night and that he really respected me and he wanted to "Shake my hand" and proceeded to sing a love song to my door I think it was a version of Westlife's Mandy but "Suck my dick" was also in the lyrics. Safe to say I stayed in my room till some of his sober mates told him to get to his bed.