You know you've had a good night when...

...you wake up with pink nail polish all over your toes and you have no idea how it got there.

I'm pleased to announce that I'm finally back on form when it comes to getting wasted and doing random stuff. Some lads on my floor have started a gentleman's club (you know, sitting around in fancy hats calling each other 'sir' and drinking lots of wine), and it's a good springboard for an evening of chaos.

On thursday I ended up on the other side of campus talking to a guy visiting from Brooklyn. After a few beers he declared me to be his new homeboy and if I needed anyone shot he could have it done. I have no idea why, but I decided to say "Guns are for pussies, who do you gotta shoot that you can't stab?". I'm so gangsta.

Whilst all this drunkness is great fun, and it's brilliant to finally have some decent mates to piss about with, it does leave me in a bit of a mathematical pickle. I have a shit load of hard-as-nails proofs due in on monday and I can't even think straight. I think I may have to play the "I'm a undergraduate and I'm from England and I'm very polite, please be lenient on me!" card at some point soon...