This means war.

First day at university wasn't so bad. Opening ceremony with a boring mass, yeah, but then we checked out the stands on campus after. Even got myself shown on the news, so I've heard, but I didn't see it. And I made it on TV a second time when they aired Imagery's and Overdrive's performance from last friday. I'm gonna be a star.

After many hours of troubleshooting I finally managed to start playing Call of Duty 4 with Jo and Luke. As predicted, I got my ass kicked to a pulp. On the plus side, I didn't do as bad as I thought I would. So yeah, we battled it out against each other for a couple of hours. I got knifed, sniped, blown up, everything. But I made a fair share of kills as well.

War online continued in real life. First we filled Luke's whiteboard (yes he has an old whiteboard in his room) with a bunch of stupid doodles. Then Jo was peering out the glass door in my room looking at the thunderstorm and, yes you guessed it, I creeped up from behind and shouted BOOM! I got punched a few times after that. Sore loser. Then he tried to scare me by sending Luke to hide in my wardrobe so that he could spring up on me when I went into my room again. Figured them out though so that didn't work. Then Luke locked Jo in the bathroom by placing my skateboard on a chair against the door handle. Jo decided to return the favour by barricading the bathroom when Luke was in it, with Luke's own furniture. I'm hiding in my room, listening to Luke's stern voice calling out for Joseph right fucking now.

Well it's time to retire for the night. Another meeting tomorrow at the University, at 9am. Followed by one at 10.30. Bedtime!