Once again, I had another totally fantastic weekend with Matt and his housemates. The fun started on Friday afternoon when I gave a presentation to my tutor to get me onto the MSci Medicinal Chemistry course, of which there are only 15 places, she said I was in the shortlist to be one of those 15, so that put me in a good mood. On the way back to my hall, I treated myself to a University of Nottingham hoodie the same as Ezgi's, even though I can't afford at the minute, but oh well. I applied for a new bank account this week so I can borrow more money and get rid of this account I have now because it is totally useless and strict. Anyway, Matt came and picked me up about half an hour later, and we went to his, or rather, he blindfolded me and took me to a restaurant. But I had no idea where I was going, so when I got out of the car, I still wasn't allowed to know where or whither I was going, so much so, that I walked into a big stone lampost, and some chavettes across the street laughed at me. So he had taken me to an Indian restaurant, which was so sweet of him, and we had both been craving a curry for ages. We chatted, we just enjoyed being there together. We went back to Matt's and hung with Sam the legend for a bit. We went to the minimarket for some mixers and cakes and treats and things, and we just hung out.

The next day, Matt and I went into Nottingham city centre to try and find a presentation portfolio for his summer university project. While we were there, we found the YoSushi! Nottingham, so he took me, I was going to pay (despite my lack of money), but he paid for that aswell! He is too nice. He also really impressed me by trying some of the more 'bizarre' sushi. He is an angel. Later on, when we got back to Matt's house, Sam had come back from work, and they had called a meeting for their next year housemates. (There are nine of them in the current house, but as soon as they all moved in, they decided they all hate each other, so there are now three distinct groups of housemates, but next year Matt, Sam, Niki and Alex are moving into a 4bed house, thats like 10minute walk from me!). The house-meeting was because Alex (who I've never really got on with) can't live with them anymore, so Sam, Niki and Matt had to decide whether they wanted to pay a little more rent and have a spare room, or find a new housemate. They opted for the latter, so next year is going to be mucho fun. Anyway, after the meeting, we planned our evening. We had decided to just sit in the garden in the heat and have a couple of drinks. Matt and I were getting in the car to go buy alcohol, and Sam had come outside with us to move her car, when I had a brainwave. We could have a BBQ on one of those disposable barbeques that are like £2. We loved the idea. We did it. But by the time we got back, it was nine-o'clock. Fuck that. We were gonna party anyway. We got the coals burning with the aid of Ginge, Nikis boyfriend who had shown up while Matt and I were out. Tables and chairs were brought out, alcohol consumed, cigarettes smoked, good times had. We were up til about three, abusing Matt's disliked housemates. All but one of the disliked ones were out until about half one, but one, Jasmine, was in all night. She is quite wierd, and none of us have anything against her personally, but we all relished in shouting "JASMINE MUHAHA" as in Nemo, every couple of minutes upto her window. Then Chloë came back with Tanya (Matt's most despised housemates), and Jasmine Muhaha changed to "ORANGE-GIRLS MUHAHA". When we weren't abusing the housemates, neighbours (they kept appearing naked at their windows) ourselves or each others friends, we were getting rat-arsed. I remember Sam's impression of her pouty self-obsessed friend McGov, who is larger-framed shall we say, and called herself "delicate". That night was fucking top.

So we woke up the next day. Matt and I had been waking up for 5 minutes at a time since about seven o'clock. Embarasingly, Sam shouted upto us at about 12 saying I should come outside with them all, but I told her I was with Matt who didn't feel well. She told me Matt was outside. I went outside to see all of them there, including Lucie and her boyfriend, Matt Glynn, who we all get on with, but was out last night. It was very nice of Matt to wake me up when he came down. I just made a joke about being embarassed, and they laughed, so I could avoid blushing. Matt was terribly hungover, so we spent most of the day dossing and napping (including an hour or so at the pub drinking coke in the sun) until we eventually left for Matt to take me home about six o'clock. Me, Sam and Matt had a McDonalds and commented on the fact that the UK this weekend has been 10°C hotter than Ibiza. The drive to mine was accompanied by more chants of Jasmine Muhaha. Quality. 

I can't wait for next year now. My prospective housemates seem like we will get along fine. New friends, new course, new house, new life. My time with Matt, Sam, Nikki and Unamed (who Sam called Jude for now (long story)) will be amazing cos they have a lovely new house, and no scruffy tramps to mess it up. I want it to be September now, then I can spend a weekend buying furniture from IKEA, putting pictures on the walls of my new bedroom, putting food in my new cupboards, feeling excited about Finland and my 21st party, buying textbooks for my new course. This summer is going to drag; I can feel it now.