Was washing some plates, listening to some Queen, and then what happens? Mother fucking fire alarm goes off, that's what. Bastards. So I've been forced out of my room and decided to wait it out here, online.

Exams? I've had four already! Only one left, and that's Modern Philosophy. Ethics & Politics, Metaphysics & Epistemology, Elementary Logic; all went pretty well, only Greek Philosophy tripped me up a little bit. So, last exam this coming Tuesday and then it's a week of bliss before I go home for the summer.

Bald for real this time; last Monday I got pissed off with my hair being too long (a whole inch) so I shaved it all off with a safety razor. For those of you considering taking this route? Just make sure you have an hour or three to spare. It's 11pm, one hour before the kitchen is locked up for the night (stupid father-humping regulations in this place... Who goes to sleep before 3am? Only fools revising for exams, apparently. Pah.). Anyway, an hour to go before I get something to eat, so I start to shave. Took far longer than expected, and the back of your head is the hardest. I mean, I had a shaving mirror, about 10cm in diameter, but holding it behind my head for that long got real old, real fast. Plus no food. Grr.

But anyway, bald. Totally. Like Spider Jerusalem. And let me just say, it rocks. I've got more hair on my pubes than I do on my head now, and that's the only downside. Next on the agenda? Full body wax. Or just a shave. Hell, how hard will it be?

Fire alarm... Better not be a real fire. I got out right sharpish, just 'cos the noise was so annoying, but I also left my laptop in my room... Should have brought it with me, but it didn't occur to me that there might be actual flames and smoke. Fuck. I really should have investigated that ol' insurance policy I've apparently got with my bank...

Anyway. Life passable. And I'm nowhere near as fucked up as Andrei Chikatilo, so yay.