Dudes. So I think we might have had a security breach yesterday. Ellen and I live in the room with the fire escape, which we usually keep locked. Yesterday I walked into the room and found the door slightly ajar. I thought it was Ellen at first who'd unlocked it to go outside into the garden but I later found this untrue, and no one else I asked had done it either. I can't imagine why another Stanford student would just walk in and out of our rooms, so we thought it might have been a non-Stanford person.... a hardened serial killer from the rougher streets of Oxford.
It's 5am and I just woke up screaming, because Ellen had woken up to go to the bathroom AND SHE WAS STANDING RIGHT OVER ME. Okay not really, but she was standing close and I'd just had a nightmare about... Friends. (the TV show. no, I'm serious). So I woke up screaming.
IT ALSO DOESN'T HELP THAT I SAW THE GRUDGE LAST WEEK, AND THAT I'M COWERING UNDER MY BLANKET RIGHT NOW :( DON'T EAT ME, DEAD GRUDGE LADY.
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