Being Mr. Kenny

I have lots of reading to do for three of my modules. Seriously, there’s like nine books each, and about a million papers. I’m a little worried as to how I’m going to fit all of it in. One of these modules is my dissertation, and I have to have about 30 billion references (give or take). Anyway, so I’m in the library going through the catalogue.

I also have to go the Biology Ball tonight. Kinda in two minds; part of me is looking forward to it, and part of me dreading it… Don’t really know why — they are serving food.

Last night we went out to Bleach. When we got in there was complete carnage. My housemate Andy decided, a while ago, that he wanted a cabinet that he had found in a skip. Why, I will perhaps never know, but it was carried home and is now in our living room. I am of the impression that our neighbourhood hates us. Every now and again, a member of the house will walk an enormous amount of dog mess into the house, up the stairs and all over the landing. Sometimes he will come into a room. I think this is because there is always a large pile of turd at the end of our path, and I think that, in the middle of the night, one of our “admirers” from our road leaves them there. Seriously, there is always turd at the end of our path! It’s gross!