One day, I walked down the corridor, knocking on each of my flat mate's door, and popping a party pooper at them.

One day, I got drunk and danced, and amused them all.

One day, I tried to juggle with oranges, and accidentally punctured one.

One day, I froze fresh carrots, and everyone laughed at me.

One day, I drew a comic strip of a stickman dancing, and they all laughed.

One day, I screamed at a fat ass spider, and my flat mate caught it and ran after me.

One day, I took a camera, took some candid shots, and they all loved it.

One day, I pronouced Caribbean as cari-bean.

One day, I tried to be a pirate.

One day, I tried to catch a malteaser with my mouth, thrown by my flat mate.

One day, I made my flat mates walk around with a football between their knees.

One day, I made my flat mates walk around with a football on their heads.

One day, I played cricket in the corridor with my flat mates.

One day, I put a balloon in my toilet.

One day, I wrote a note for my toilet mate and slipped it under her door.

One day, I carved eyes, nose and mouth for an apple for Halloween.

One day, I put a smiley face on an apple pie I made.

One day, I tried to cook.

One day, I got lost at Birmingham.

One day, I cried in my room.