"Dear Jordana, thank you for letting me explore your perfect body. I could drink your blood, you are the only person that I would allow to be shrunken down to a microscopic size and swim inside me in a tiny submersible machine. We have lost our virginity, but it wasn't like losing anything. You are too good for me, you are too good for anyone. Sincerely, Oliver."

Bangs I got in the last week of classes this past Semester has since grown out past my brows - this is a good thing! Also ten points for the postcard of kittens my dad tacked up on the wall, together with other faux inspirational junk he favours like this Recipe To Dream (I kid you not, you flavour dreams with ingredients like ambition and individuality and "Serve with justifiable pride!"). Last shot of the tray I got from yesterday's trippy trip to Ikea with Suhaidah where we imagined dreamy dream homes (DREAMY) with mysterious significant others.

Had pasta for dinner last night with the girls - here you see a heaping helping of bolognese fries that get so good when you pepper cheese on but makes you terribly full. And coffee mixes (weird as Gi likes them) at Starbucks after while fooling around with phone apps and pulling faces and gesturing wildly and stuff!

Dinner with Atlas House Committee yesterday was very fairy nice, went for a buffet at Sakura and the girls ate raw fish and I had slices and slices of pizza, pasta in oyster shells that was not very good (HEARTBREAK) and millions of chocolate tarts and tiny cake squares that were very very fine indeed. And had tons of courses of Remember Whens, as we always do because some memories never get old. Lovely night! Also yes am in mid-laugh in the first shot - the weird ghostly effect of my hand was not altogether for deliberate aesthetic appeal.

Have porcelain bunny candles from Jagdish! Incredibly adorable as only tiny porcelain animals with little coloured candle wax on their backs can be, fitting snugly into your palm. Now they sit daintily on the bookshelf after a morning of settling on pot plants in makeshift balcony gardens - bunnies with exciting bunny party lives!

First paper of four tomorrow, all the finest coffee-scented luck and glitter wishes to the College War Troupers! For now we get to sprawl bonelessly across all the beds in the house, drowning in new sheets and scents and squint at the smallest words in spidery font on crumpled papers and listen to aching quiet music.

Comparative Politics Study Party at the Rabbit Hole yesterday!