The Life and Adventures of Lenny, a Smurf.

It's more dresses over here... at least with people my age and formal/balls. Girls don't seem to care about shoes, it's more dresses.

God you people are weird. Well...I can't say I'm into either anyway. I'm more into...like...

...nothing, really. Maybe headbands or earrings...or socks. I own lots of socks.

I brought 35 pairs of socks with me.

By my calculations, I won't need to wash any socks foooor... quite a while.

Hoorah! Someone else who shares my obsession with socks!

That's a lot of socks. Lazy bastard .

I know someone who hates socks passionately and will not wear them. But that's another story for another time.

I'm a fan of socks.

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Tonight we on the corridor who didn't go out went out on a mini bar crawl of a few colleges around Mildert. Waster girl blacked out again, and we just so happen to have a trolley on our corridor, so we put her in it. Get it? She was trolleyed, so we put her in a trolley. Hilarious.

Your foreign humour would be funnier if I were familiar with your terms.

"Trolleyed" is just another way of saying someone is very drunk. Others include "rat-arsed", "wasted", "hammered", "pissed" and "bladdered".

Seeing as we had a trolley on the floor (and still do! We reclaimed it from the corridor below us), we thought that "trolleyed" suited her best. If we had any hammers, say, then we'd have gaffer-taped them to her. The same applies to bladders, and even rat arses.

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Tonight we took part in the Pub Quiz. We didn't come last, but we weren't in the top three, which means we got somewhere between 28 and 38 points.