Bog standard and boring

The joy of finishing Wednesday's grammar class early did indeed give me a few extra hours to get some all important work done, but I didn't use those extra hours. I'm fairly certain I frittered them away via the medium of facebook. Or freecell. It's like I'm addicted. Nor did I use my evening to complete the reading for Thursday. No that would have been silly!

After dinner, which ended craving pudding, making brownies seemed like a fabulous idea. It actually was. I was also contented enough with this batch to eat one myself. I made a massive mess in the kitchen, getting chocolate absolutely everywhere but who says a goo chef has to be tidy? I put one tray of brownies to the side and wandered around offering the other out. Demi-habillé (who has not lived up to his nick name in a while) flat out refused to have one. Some boy building diet or some rubbish like that. I was most offended. As a result, I bargained to get some plain paper in return for his refusal and got Victoria and Nicole to join in making multiple decorations for Julien's door. Thursday was his birthday and he had no plans whatsoever to celebrate. Well I couldn't let that happen. His door now looks like this >>>>
He genuinely seemed quite pleased at this effort. That wasn't all though. When he finally came back from the library (who goes to the library on their birthday??) we dragged him into the kitchen making sure he had a beer to hand and made him blow out the 22 candles I'd stuck into the remaining brownie cake. Not the most raucous birthday but better then letting it go unnoticed.
Since then it really has been mostly studying that I've been up to. Oh except one night, Victoria and I sat down in the kitchen spreading all our timetables and assessment dates out in front of us in order to decided when we were going to do fun things. We both feel we haven't made the most of the time we've spent here so far you see.
That essay that my tutor marked? I got it back on Saturday and I made less mistakes in the whole of the revised version than I had in the original introduction. I was very pleased with my mark at least.
Now, I have to spend my time revising, making sure that I actually know something about Quebecois literature before I sit any exams on it. Well that it the aim. Despite opting for an early dinner with the aim of getting back to work afterwards, this didn't happen. I made meat and potato pie, much to the intrigue of those in the kitchen. Pie is clearly not a concept easily grasped by those outside of Britain. The pastry was the bit that got them. It wasn't even rolling it out with hairspray which confused them, which personally I thought was the odest thing about what I was doing. Though I may think I'm a culinary genius, I have a reputation for cooking 'wierd' food. That's right - the canadians think we eat wierd food. Oh all this talk about food has made me hungry and I have nothing to eat. Darn it. There's nothing in my fridge either.
On the brightside no-one has invaded my room tonight. It took until 1am to convince everyone to leave last night!