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As exams draw nearer, more and more residents are being forced to join the fashion parade that is going to the library in Dunedin. The library is traditionally more hated by blokes than the fuckwit who invented the dildo. However, this year is different as residents don’t have the comfort of halls to study in, so they are forced to make the trek into the awkward silence of the library. The warm temperature and abundance of females encourages even the most unlikely of library-goers to go and do nothing at the library.

A typical routine is checking email, followed by Facebook, followed by a brief study of the Poppa’s Pizza sign, followed by the Stuff quiz and finally just a “real quick” look at Stumbleupon. By now you’re pretty hungry so it’s time to head back to the flat for lunch. But that’s okay because most Castle Street boys are repeating first year anyway.
 
The Dub C (Wellywood College) reunion two Sundays ago meant there was a constant stream of drunkards wandering back to their flats throughout Dunedin, one particularly intoxicated (and generous) old boy got on the shouting buzz at KFC. He had such a fantastic day with his Dub C mates that he thought he’d buy them all Double-Downs, so he spent over $150 on the artery-clogging burgers. Unfortunately for him there weren’t many Dub C boys with him to gorge in the burgers so he ended up shouting a whole bunch of strangers; what a good cunt.
 
At one Duke Street flat warming, things got a bit loose as they tried to work on the indoor/outdoor flow of the house by smashing seven windows. One poor dude didn’t use any window-smashing implements for his part in the destruction and managed to cut his arm quite significantly, meaning he’s now off work and has been forced into drug-dealing to put food on the table for the whanau.
 
The boys in the Pink Pussy keep making plays, continuing to prove how pussy they definitely are not, with brawling on Cumberland Street becoming as common as freshers wandering up and down Castle Street looking for flats. The influx of giggling groups of girls and shy/embarrassed-looking guys has been noted by all along Castle Street, with welcoming committees being assembled to scare the fuck out the wee ankle biters.
 
Monkey Bar continues to take no prisoners with one ginger kid having a pretty savage night and one not-so-smart girl taking a tumble on the banisters, managing to break a rib; good commitment. That’s all for now, but with another lock-in and a few red cards on the agenda we should have some scandal for next time. [insert philosophical quote here]