I'm well aware I'm the most enthusiastic person, ever! (See what I mean?)

But, as you probably don't remember, my experiences at the last Pit didn't quite meet expectations. And this was a particularly disappointing incident: as the former president of the UKC rock society, and the former girlfriend of the president who basically invented it, I can't help but regard The Pit - the rock society's regular-ish event - as My Baby.

But oh my God. The one on Friday was amazing. The music was great, as were the sound and lighting. I don't think I've ever seen the place so full, people looked fantastic (Dale, Kate and Sophie being some who immediately spring to mind), and it was all great fun. Hurrah for everyone who helped put it on. I saw lots of old friends and met many randoms, including some death metal and POWER METAL people, which I'd believed to be rare species in Canterbury.

I wore all (a hundred-ish of) my black jelly bracelets. black_jelly_bracelet_count = black_jelly_bracelet_count - 3: Marie asked if she could have them in exchange for a pink one. This seemed a bit of a raw deal to me, but then I remembered: the amassing of them is meant to be a challenge, so I agreed.

This has also been an excellent week for sofa-surfing: on missing the last bus back to Whitstable, I spent the night on my third. (Dan's, for which I was most grateful, not least because this means I've now slept under the same roof as six rock soc presidents (not counting myself - that kind of goes without saying, don't you think?) Seven, if we're not talking simultaneously - Bryn's predecessor had his campus bedroom a few years previously.)

Last night, though, it seemed wisest to forego my plan to attend Slimelight. Despite having loads of money ten days ago, I've been getting through it like nobody's business, and the highlight of yesterday was acquiring my first ever supermarket discount card and getting 71p off my shopping. In any case, I was having a good time at home with Bryn.

No, not like that. Gah! You people! He is history! History! Ok, we had the longest break-up ever, but we weren't exactly trying. The first quarter of it was - from my perspective - friendship with benefits with the view to getting back together, and the rest was habit - an icky habit, but when you're single and only see each other a couple of times a year, one it's as easy to go along with. It has been broken for, erm, 63 days, though, and it feels good.

Anyway, we played "Simon The Sorcerer" and watched "Office Space". Ah, I love living with a former Film Studies student! Videos and DVDs everywhere!