Signs that your housemate needs to be institutionalised:

I've nicked this idea from Maggie. Thanks babe.

1) Turning her bed into a massive tent. This stems from the need to get back to childhood and have a place to hide from the real world that has scary things like, to mention one, dissertation deadlines. The tent is often a place that once inside, one cannot leave and spends hours in, watching Heroes.

2) Watching trash TV reruns such as The Simple Life and wank BBC2 documentaries like 'Too fat to walk' and 'My dog's as fat as I am'. Oh, and not to forget the teen transexual doco where the boy/girl/whatever gets a vagina for her birthday. Her 18th birthday consisted of five of her friends sitting in her lounge, her crying a lot and then saying 'this is the best birthday ever'. Oh DEAR.

3) Obsession with facebook. facebook. facebook. facebook. check facebook. and again.

4) Pretending it's already the summer and making loads of excuses not to do work and have fun instead. EG: making a cake for a friend's birthday in the image of said friend. and spending twenty quid on it. Or doing buckets and watching Aladdin on a WHOLE new level. Whilst unable to move or look in mirrors for fear of tripping out.

5) Complaining when woke up at 12pm. That's NOT a social hour don't you know.

6) Refusing to come back to Bournemouth cos London is just so much nicer. Only because you don't have to cook and clean and be around the dissertation hype.

7) Writing about this rather than writing dissertation.

Sign me up. I want the valium and the prozac all in one.

God Hates Fags

Yep, he does. Oh also, he hates soldiers, the USA, swedes and everyone else. That's according to the Westboro Baptist church in Kansas. What a bunch of fucking nutters. Louis Theroux did a documentary on them a few months ago and ir was aired last week on BBC2 but my housemate wasn't far behind him. We shot his major last weekend, entitled 'God Hates Fags' which was kind of a film of a documentary that wasn't actually a documentary. Whatever. It was fun and I starred in it alongside Tess and Martin. As myself. I still had to act though. It took about twenty takes for me to get anything right and when watching back the rushes, I crack up after every take. I'm not a natural actress, it must be said.

Saturday was hilarious. We recreated uni to be a protest scene and got some aspiring actors and friends to act like crazy members of the Westboro Baptist congregation. We also made signs - 'God Hates Fags'. 'You're Going To Hell', 'Too Late To Pray', 'Die Fags Die', 'Aids Cures Fags'. You get the idea.

The film will be up on YouTube soon, I'll post a link. We also had a fun wrap party. We behaved like animals and trashed the house. Woo hoo. Just wait till the dissertation handin party.