Laptop Hell and Vooooovouuuchez Wine

So it's official. My laptop has finally gone to the big laptop hell in the ground. A few days ago, while I was studying Biology, it started acting up and flickering every few seconds like a maniacal laugh. After a while Nicholas came over and I made him look at my laptop and he fiddled a little with it, and whoa hey! The screen flickered, and with a dying gasp, er, died. No matter what I do to it (hit it, put it near the radiator, tie it up with ropes and threaten to pluck out its keys one by one) it refuses to start, and is clearly and unequivocally (fine word!) dead.

The upshot of all this is that I am forced to go upstairs to use The Housemate Above's* computer, and end up chatting and laughing with him and the Housemate Diagonally Above.* Yesterday, after checking my mail, blogging, and doing my fair share of surfing around, I downloaded a little video which never fails to make me laugh into Housemate Above's computer. Then he was seized with a sudden impulse and we tried a very nice wine in his room. It's called "Voooovoooolez" or "Vouucouuuuchez" I think, something like that anyway, an esoteric french word starting with "V". It was very nice and very light and very sweet, and Diagonal Housemate came over and drank and watched Wild Things while I watched sadistic videos of the Happy Tree Friends.

So the Housemates seem to have found a blog I used to keep with a friend of mine, detailing our diet plans and how we were going to eat lettuce every day, by typing "bimbo" into Google. The internet is a dangerous thing. And I must be more careful about what I write in this blog, because they were laughing at some of the earlier entries yesterday (signs of fatness, cute red headed guys, among others). So I must declare: I am currently studying and very conscientious and not interested in guys whatsoever however cute they be. And I am not bothered about my weight, even though I am the same height as a male friend and heavier than him... dangit!

Went over to Katie's to pass her some "mochi" which I'd bought from the Chinese supermarket, and she showed me a little purple fruit which looked familiar. The mangosteen! The Chinese supermarket is also selling durians. Try a durian if you dare! The creamy gooey bittersweet taste is heaven.

I've still got a paper on Tuesday, and am going to start studying

now

*Housemates being possessed of natural modesty do not wish to have their identities revealed.

I really like reading this weblog. It's really funny too! Will get a permanent link up in a bit.