The Domino Effect

12:30 waking hour. Murrrr.

Heard Sophie was intending to go to Waitrose, outside my room. Hopped out, and enquired when she was planning to go. Popped into my shoes, and brought on a coat, and headed off with the group: Sophie, James, Tom and possibly Yannis? Needed some milk (cheekily borrowing someone else's last night) and orange juice. But, also bought some crisps and some cheap Waitrose biscuits for 86p. I didn't see anyone around despite them queuing up ahead of me at one point, so I carried on home.

The kitchen was a in a bit of a state, so...hm.

Spent most of today (although I feel not enough) wasting my time on working away at the Photoshop door exercise some more. There are more important things to be done, but I'm afraid there is that old bastard the Procrastination floating around - more specifically, one wherein I'm fearing it isn't possible to fix up what I feel has been screwed over. (Even if it might have not of been in reality)

Throughout the day, Rob, Chris and Georgia have been focusing on doing their round of Photography shooting. Georgia in particular was exploring or working on portrait photography, and had booked a variety of equipment associated with model photography. I am ignorant on the actual terms here, but photography lamps, flash guns and the like were set up (surprisingly) in Sophie's room. She was used the subject of Georgia's shots. I sat for a little bit to watch the going ons, desperately withholding my random smirks and chuckles.

Later met Rory up in the kitchen. This afternoon at 1:00 or so, he sounded a little irritated when I saw him, with only short replies - my hunch is he got irritated by the mess. Later on, at this time, he seemed fine. He baked an entire Brownie for a friend of his at another house, who'd cooked for him. It wasn't even with a pre-made mixture, Rory did it entirely from scratch and that's impressive considering desserts up the ante in terms of timing and process.

Apparently Sophie had intended to tell others earlier back to clean up their stuff, but they all had to head off to a studio to work on Photography. As such, Rory told me to leave the stuff for the others to finish off. Took a look at the big recycling bin of ours, and checked if some of the stuff in there was alright. Initially consulted the label on the front of it, instructing what's good to go in and what isn't - it was mixing itself up though. For instance it would say plastic bottles are ok for bottles, but on something else, plastic bottles is a no-go. It couldn't be suggesting to use the bin for just one specific substance, as that would be blowing over the point of it being large. The other notice concerning recycling on the fridge mentioned most of the stuff inside was fine.

At first I planned to take it down, but Rory stepped in and generously took it down instead. I noticed also that Sophie and the others had cooked biscuits from the mixture they bought at Waitrose, even decorating faces on it with chocolate icing.

Later that evening, I received a call from my sister Holly. Despite my awkward pausing, and that my sentences would die mid-way (I was just lost on energy for conversation), it was nice to talk with her. My dad kept sort of butting in talking to her despite being on the phone to me. He might get an iPad tomorrow, after being sincere with a guilty desire over the weekend about getting either that or a MacBook. Dad's also intrigued by Virgin's 100mb broadband speed, soon to come. Holly and my dad want to come up to visit me over the weekend, I look forward to it. She mentioned my brother Ben's birthday occurring on Monday the 8t of November. I'll stay over for that.

After the call, I wanted to order a pizza for tonight because I suppose my subconscious is not satisfied with itself until I have blown a minimum amount of money. Dan was over at one point, wanting to chill out with the gang. Told him I wasn't sure myself where they had gone to (at the time, anyway), and suggested to give one of them a ring if he had their number. That smile of his is really uplifting.

Later, everyone arrived back, with Yannis and Rob hauling some large-ass equipment. Chatted to Dan some more, and asked which site is best to refer for moves on street dancing and such. He recommended YouTube, looking up some manoeuvres there. Dan was interested further by my tidbits over who-found-what difficult between his and the other instructor's lesson. Headed upstairs, and kept nagging people on a pizza they'd like. Domino's do a student deal for a buy 1 get 1 free, and wanted to take advantage of that just once. Eventually, I settled on the same pizza as mine. Left my Laptop upstairs in the kitchen with everyone which is risky in terms of potential Facebook raping. I accidentally let slip on Jamie's naughty act on Sophie's homepage last night.

Pizza arrived shortly, and surprisingly at the door! It's often, likely due to regulations, outside in the car park outside of the premises. At first the delivery guy didn't realise I payed by card, and this often happens. Brought the pizza up stairs for everyone to enjoy the free one I got. Good times!! We enjoyed looking up funny clips on YouTube from a kid tripping balls after the dentist to a boy and girl quarrelling like a husband and wife.

Later on, I chatted with Sophie, Georgia and Yannis in the halls - during a break on this blog, in fact. Yannis brought out his awesome didgeridoo and it was cool to make some sweet Aboriginal hum-dinging noise out of it. I was told of some surprising techniques to using it right.

This was a pretty small entry today. I just didn't really do much, which is obvious from the post size here. I only ever left the place once, to go to Waitrose. Tomorrow is the lecture at Maltings. I look forward to it!