Wide awake

Our neighbours dropped by on saturday to invite us to a party. A party on sunday evening. Around eleven or twelve. I said thanks, and that it was really nice of them, but we were all working monday so probably not. They said it would just be a small get-together. I believed them. I thought that of course they would keep the volume down, knowing that we and probably everyone else within earshot would be working monday.

Sweet lord of cookies. It was insane. It just went on and on and on and when you started seriously considering human offerings just to make them at least stop playing metal they switched to techno. Not the good kind either. And they had base. Good god, they had base. And they had fights outside our window, in the street, scaring Johan who sleeps on the ground floor shitless. Throwing bottles and screaming in french. Bad, bad words. And they were shouting on the backside, and they made sounds that made me think that they where tearing down the wall between the houses. There was singing. They all sang. All of them. In french. Loud french. Continiuosly, for about an hour, without pause. Eventually the "song" descended into just a sound, like a choir of demons, no melody, no words. They clapped every now and then. And they just kept screaming. It was inhuman. Inhuman.

They kept it up untill seven in the morning. Then, as we gave up and said fine, you won, you spawn of evil - then they just stopped. Silence. We went to work, the entire swedish line, sleep deprived to madness. Bad, bad monday.

One time, at band camp

Okay, so there was this party, like, and there were, like, loads of people and loads to drink and loads of fun, really cool, like. Then, the day after Johan came to town and he was kind of mad but cool anyway. And then, we all ate American breakfast in Deer Park and watched Police Academy and it was soooo cool, like!

Anyway.

In a few hours I am going back to Sweden and I won't be back until June. It feels a bit strange, but I am sure that it will be good for me to get away a bit (even if it means living with my parents for a month). First stop will be in Uppsala, where I'll celebrate Valborgsmässoafton (Swedish holiday who advocate drinking and pyromania) with Jojo, Jens and Jens. I guess this means that my countdown is almost over for now (:

The secret is out

I know who Sara dated, because I had a breakfast date in town with the very same person this morning! And later tonight we watched movies together, and had doughnuts and hot chocolate... Not so intimate and romantic though, we had company. (Guiltridden company.)

Last night I wasn't very nerdy either actually. Hannah convinced me to go out for one quiet beer, but that was far from the truth. Drunken adventures at the Crane Lane, including the line "Do you come here often?", the line "I like your back. It is perfect.", "Are you a local gal?", "do you live here in Galway?" and on top of that some guy tried to lick my arm. Not very pleasant. And lots more of course. The night ended at an "afterparty" with only goal being that Hannah wanted to make out with some random guy named Steve. (Reported from his kitchen this morning in my own blog.)

Right now I'm waiting for someone special to log on to msn. But maybe I'll just go to bed.

never drinking again?

It was just a week ago that I said so, laying on the couch, small and pathetic and more hung over than ever. But here I am again, more hung over than ever. Wow. I think that if I would have gone with the plan and stuck to whiskey I would proably not have become as crazy drunk as I was and not as crazy hung over today. But no, I had to go and drink vast amounts of that punch with all the vodka in it, and then I seemed to find a bottle of red wine somewhere... Bad.

I just woke up after a four hour afternoon nap, and I feel better now. It was really fun last night. Just a little bit to much fun maybe.

Today has been nice, chilling out, watchin tv, eating pancakes... Amalie just made cake and Saras making pasta, and we're gonna watch Buffy and then try to get a little bit of more sleep before the Oscars tonight! Yes, me and Sara are going to watch it. Defo.

Getting drunk

off chocolate milk with whiskey. Just finished putting henna in Saras hair and making my awesome bechamel (fortunately that's all I need to do today, the girls are taking care of the rest of the lasagna) and finally I get to sit down in the sofa with my drink. I'm tired today and not really in the mood for going to that birthday party, but it's in my old house. Nicolaj turned 20 a couple of days ago so it would be almost mean not to go. It feels like I've been living here for ages and in the old house only a couple of weeks, but I actually lived there for more than two months I think.

Soon I'm gonna try to become a bit pretty, but I'm having a bad face day today, or a bad day in general, or at least a couch potato day.

The Clash in our new speakers and the whiskey in my chocolate milk are getting my mood up a bit though. It's almost seven o'clock, time to get dressed soon maybe?