With these hands
Well, it's been a while since my last entry, so I thought it was time I did something about that.
What's new, then? Hmm, well actually, nothing much has been going on lately, but this Friday I'm going to a Halloween party with my fellow students and some of our professors. Me and a couple of my friends are, once again, organizing the bloody thing, because no one else can be arsed to. Some of these asshats can't even be bothered to come, although it only costs a measly 2 euros and is guaranteed to be a blast. One person even said she didn't wanna come, because she's scared of Halloween decorations!
Fuck me sideways!!
But, but, but...for these past three or so weeks I've been making my costume, and for a few days was even able to borrow a friend's sewing machine, which was nice. But of course, I managed to brake the damned thing, nearly destroying my masterpiece alongside with the machine. Which was NOT nice. Thenceforth I've had to resort to my own two hands.
Ah, my Old Faithfuls.
On the opposite building across the yard some couple is making out, leaning against their window.
Which somehow reminds me of the lovely young(!) redhead in my Swedish class who makes me wanna shake, put my hands up and shake, kick my heels up and shake, jump up and down and shout whoooo-ooo-oo, shake! or something or nothing is quite adorable. Adorable and unattainable.
Actually, I think it's just a question of me not feeling up for the challenge of getting to know new people. But OMG, those freckles! *sigh*
NZ. Exactly two months to go!!!! Away, away, away from here I'll be!
edit: I declare this October to be the official Losing Stuff Month. Besides losing the things I've already mentioned before, I also lost a tube of tooth paste and a pair of undies last week. In my flat. My very small flat, without good hiding places for rogue tooth paste tubes or underwear. Confounded!
What's new, then? Hmm, well actually, nothing much has been going on lately, but this Friday I'm going to a Halloween party with my fellow students and some of our professors. Me and a couple of my friends are, once again, organizing the bloody thing, because no one else can be arsed to. Some of these asshats can't even be bothered to come, although it only costs a measly 2 euros and is guaranteed to be a blast. One person even said she didn't wanna come, because she's scared of Halloween decorations!
Fuck me sideways!!
But, but, but...for these past three or so weeks I've been making my costume, and for a few days was even able to borrow a friend's sewing machine, which was nice. But of course, I managed to brake the damned thing, nearly destroying my masterpiece alongside with the machine. Which was NOT nice. Thenceforth I've had to resort to my own two hands.
Ah, my Old Faithfuls.
On the opposite building across the yard some couple is making out, leaning against their window.
Which somehow reminds me of the lovely young(!) redhead in my Swedish class who makes me wanna shake, put my hands up and shake, kick my heels up and shake, jump up and down and shout whoooo-ooo-oo, shake! or something or nothing is quite adorable. Adorable and unattainable.
Actually, I think it's just a question of me not feeling up for the challenge of getting to know new people. But OMG, those freckles! *sigh*
NZ. Exactly two months to go!!!! Away, away, away from here I'll be!
edit: I declare this October to be the official Losing Stuff Month. Besides losing the things I've already mentioned before, I also lost a tube of tooth paste and a pair of undies last week. In my flat. My very small flat, without good hiding places for rogue tooth paste tubes or underwear. Confounded!