Blankets Are Great
I like my blanket. It's soft, purple, and reasonably warm (an important attribute in any cost-conscious student house).
It also hides the fact that I had an attack of acute Can't-Be-Bothered-Anymore this morning when I was getting dressed, and the three items of clothing nearest to my bed didn't match in any way, shape or form. Which is kind of an incredible feat in itself, when you think about it. (And in case you're wondering, the blanket clashes horribly with all of them too.)
The other reason I like my blanket is that it allows me to go about my daily business whilst preserving the illusion that I am actually still in bed. (Maybe I am still dreaming… and it's not actually halfway through reading week, and it's not that I still haven't made any headway with my essays, it's just it's kind of hard to write essays when you're still asleep and the day hasn't started yet…)
Anyway, I'm going off the point slightly. Blankets Are Great. Especially the purple ones.