You've all become weak, to the dark you have gone, I've been destroyed by the world I created

Thankfully, Dr Richens accepted the samples for the last CH2101 experiment as OK this time, so I've finished all the projects until Reading Week. Now I just need to write them up.

Everyone's costumes were pretty impressive at the Halloween party - I was surprised by how many people 'got' my Eddie outfit. We moved from AMH to the Union pretty early on, though, as the music was becoming unbearable (though I did improve matters at one point by distracting the DJ at a crucial moment, decreasing the volume from "hellishly loud" to "barely audible"). But where were you, Chris? You seemed to just vanish off the face of the Earth.

Did the usual in the Union - playing DDR, watching others play DDR. I've noticed quite a few people who are rather good now, in fact - if the DDR contest goes ahead there'll be stiff competition.

I walked Karriz home (yes, I asked her how to spell her name on the way back from the Union). Also, we were talking about her boyfriend - just asked who he was on the off-chance that I knew him from Aberdeen - and she, like others, happened to mention to me that I'm just too nice and that people would view me as just a friend rather than a potential boyfriend. Is that _everyone's_ attitude?

This world's insane.

We think in anger of our fallen dream, our home is now a fading light

I'm ill. I'm very ill. Well, not so much now, but I was this morning. After staggering down to breakfast much later than usual, I hurried along to the CS lecture and shaved once I arrived there, before the lecture got going. I think the lecturer might find me a little strange, but who cares.

I was nearly sick about halfway through, but hung on till the end, then when I stood up I nearly keeled over the desk in front. In this situation, I decided it might be a good idea to just forget about the CH lecture, so I've now missed my first class this year. Instead, I went home and doped myself up on paracetamol, then slept until lunch. That helped a little. Lunch was rather good, in fact, the fish was different (and actually decent).

After lunch I borrowed a frying pan from Gillian and some Febreze from Paul, in case it's the smell of smoke that clings to my clothes and bed that's making me ill. (Insert long rant about smoking here, you already know how much I despise it.) Walking back along the corridor, I thought up a great idea for a first-person shooter that had as weapons a frying pan, bottle of Febreze and... some sort of tangerine launcher. Watch out, ID Software.