Blrrrgh.

7:21 am. My room. Puking.

Been up since 5:30. Sickies have been floating around the school, hopefully this is just alcohol-induced. (ha! that's a great wish.)

Yesterday started out great. Slept in, then bused to Gort where we wished WE had 3 super cheap grocery stores. Emily and I literally stopped traffic. (I like to imagine it was because we're super hot, not because people are nice and we were crossing the road.)

Came home and watched 2 out of 10 Star Trek movies that were marathon-running on film4. Khaaan!

This week was Sarah's 21st, but since people were in London she waited until the weekend to celebrate it. Unless they showed up after I went to bed, the only person that came from the other houses was Emily K., which was super lame of grads.
Played some games, had some sangria, felt a little sick got sleepy and went to bed. (pictures later. Maybe. They're not that exciting.) Woke up later, dunno what time but I heard Devin talking so somebody was still up. (Felt fine then.) Woke up again at half five and you know the rest.

Pretty sure there's nothing left in my stomach, so not sure why I still feel so nauseous.. naseous? too sick to spell :((