HI there. This week as I'm kinda all washed out from the election I can't really think what to write… so instead of writing about things that happened on campus, I'm going to write about the dream I had last night (although I was in my campus room when I had the dream (I think?), so it could be kinda relevant)
  WELL there was this tunnel thing, like a cavern with a low rocky roof, stalagmite/tites and slippery floor. There were some people at the other end of the corridor, and we all had torches. Now we were all there to find some giant bees. The people at the other end of the corridor had found that little bits of the walls were in fact honeycomb. In one part of the wall there was a little hole, and you could hear bees flying around behind the hole.
  MEANWHILE I was at the other end of the tunnel trying to look for holes that could signify that giant bees lived there. Finally I found a hole, around an inch in diameter. I shone my torch in, and I could make out some bees. I stood up again to think, and shone the torch around me a bit more. To my horror I found that ALL the walls were actually made out of honeycomb!! The sound of the giant bees was getting louder, and we couldn't let them get out of the hole and make honey out of us!! I ran up the corridor to tell the other people about the discovery…. Things went a bit hazy at this point, and I couldn't really explain… but it was something to do with building a bridge to escape, but as it was made of honey it collapsed, so we used a bridge builder Lemming to make one for us. Then I woke up.
  SO the moral of this week's message is that if you're having a weird dream and you see a Lemming, don't worry as the dream is almost over.

  THERE is something interesting about shared showers at University, especially when you're sharing with the guys on Rawson 2. Normally one would expect the odd hair to appear in the drains, and maybe an empty shampoo bottle once in a while, but finding the shower caked in mud, with water flooding the floor? Not an everyday occurrence… so you would think… Three of the boys on my floor regularly partake in the traditional Wednesday afternoon 'roll around in a muddy field and grab a ball from other guys', otherwise known as football! But as opposed to having a shower at varsity (I presume they have such things there?!) and heading off for some good old Bar Pride drinking, they regularly return home, resplendent in their sopping wet kit, and run around the floor throwing mud at one another, before gravitating towards the shower (not together, I hasten to add… I don't think…)! The net result? The next person taking a shower has to wade through something resembling a football pitch to get themselves clean…. ish…
  LAST week I paid a rare visit to my departmental office, to pick up the so called 'graduation pack' - probably the single most scary thing I have had to collect from there, even taking into account exam results and suchlike. This means I am actually expected to pass this year, and walk through Guildford Cathedral on June 19th wearing a nice gown, complete with blue hood (and white trim, for us lucky musos). Maybe that's why they give us our tickets so early on - once they've been handed over to doting parents, then we'll have no option other than to pass, with the constant "you are doing all your work aren't you?" coming in via email, text and phone each day!
  I can hear the birds singing outside my window once again. It must be a good three weeks since I've found the land of nod at any time before about 4am. Maybe this week is the time to re-acclimatise myself to non-nocturnal habits, and start finding out who my lecturers are again…!