this is going to be long
i just had a huge plate of makeshift vita herb onion bread and gravy, it was pretty good. i feel kind of alive enough now to write about my weekend. so we left for this study tour on thursday morning bright and early. basically, they take us somewhere kind of close and we listen to bullshit presentations that have nothing to do with what were studying and stay in hostels with each and bond and shit. fuck yeah. so we spent about 4 hours a day at least just on the bus. the rest of the time was spent in our "business casual" attire walking around in a large group of dumbasses. we went to malmo sweden the first morning, sat through three lectures one after the other, taking coffee and nonvegan cake breaks between each. we then loaded up the bus to drive about 2 hours into the middle of nowhere to a glassblowing town that consists of a few houses, a hostel and a glassblowing factory. it was nice to be in the woods, but not with a bunch of dipshits. i actually had to roll a "spliff" for three total stoners because none of them could roll and didnt want to be so obvious to be smoking out of a pipe. that was something i havent done in about 4 years. we had a group dinner in the glassblowing house where a crazy old glassblower sang and played guitar while we were served a buffet of bacon, sausage, herring in cream sauce, potatoes and bread with butter and cheese. i put peanut butter on a peice of bread with a banana and apple. it was delicious. our annoying group leader woman bought us each a shot of what they call schnapps, but is really just the worst vodka i have ever had besides hrd. possibly worse. after that shit i gave in and bought a fucking fifty kroner beer, soon realized how much it would cost to get drunk, also realized i had no desire to get drunk with these people and watch them grope each other, and that i was fucking exhausted. all this=me going to bed. to no avail, since the drunkies kept stumbling in and out of the hostel anyway. after 5 hours of really shitty sleep, we all got up and went to have breakfast before they loaded us back on the bus like a bunch of retarded sheep. the buffet for breakfast was pretty ok considering the circumstances. as i put applesauce and raisins on dry cereal and got a peice of toast and coffee, the hostel lady looked at me like i was cazy. our little chaperone lady explained in swedish i was vegan. apparently breakfast is a huge deal in sweden, the biggest meal in fact. so me eating applesauce and bread did not fly with swedish hostel lady and she brings me out a huge plate with two apples and half of a cucumber. just sitting on the plate with a knife, half a fucking cucumber. she thinks im a goddamn deer. i said thanks and left it there.
on to a three hours drive to karlskrona, to go on a walking tour and see the naval base. that was fucking awesome, and the lunch at the naval base was vegan paradise. totaly bitchin. after that we had the whole night for whatever. amy and i bought an atrociously expensive pint of bad whiskey from the one state run liquor store in town, drank the whole thing that night, then went to the bar with all our retarded classmates, who beforehand were rolling on the ground and screaming about how proud they are to be american. you do not understand how bad it is. i think we drank our bottle too fast because i didnt feel anything, so we kept drinking....then about 11 or 12 i was fucking plowed and hanging out with some total swedish hooknasty, her fiance, her best friend who was crazy swedish punk girl with shaved head and septum peircing, and their friend with very large plugs who looked like he should be in a raver movie. he talked to me for a long time....i think it was about music. somehow i ended up with four completely different swedish guys at a few different dance clubs, doing shots of some blue shit that high school girls drink, to eventually end up back at the same bar we started in and i had been at like 4 different times. they bought me another beer which was hilarious since i could barely stand up, much less drink beer, and when the bar closed at 3 or 4 or whatever they said something about coming to copenhagen and gave me a number i lost. got myself back to the hostel and after four amazing hours of sleep and still quite drunk, got back on the motherfuckin bus to go to a completely pointless small town where we had the worst museum tour ever. i left in the middle of it, got french fries, and came back in time to get back on the bus. when we got back to copenhagen it felt like i was home. so happy. i felt ok after all the sleep on the bus, but still planned to go to bed even though i had made plans with one of mikkels friends to go out. but i woke up at like 9 pm fuckin ready to rock and went downtown to meet thomas.
so i thought thomas was really cool when i met him, but maybe just a bit of a hambone, but he took me to the fucking best bar ive been to here. its called the rock, and is a huge rock n roll bar that had a metal show last night. the band was fucking awesome and for the first time in a bar here everyone had fucking tattoos and crazy neck peircings and were gothed out and metaled out and slayer shirts everywhere. it was rad. almost no pretty blond boys in versace sweaters. we had a couple pitchers and a shot then went to meet his friend at a super crowded bar nearby. we had a couple more beers and about 6 shots or so of this shit called fishermans. fishermans is very popular in copenhagen, and it is also the devil. everyone drinks it all the time, even after swearing theyll never drink it again. its like jegger, but less licorice, more cough syrup. it doest taste like alcohol, just cough syrup so you basically think you can drink like 5 thousand shots. the guys each bought a round then we started playing rock paper sissors for who would buy the next. i only lost once. and again, i all of a sudden was really fucking drunk and didnt feel well at all. i think over the last two years i have finaly developed a response system for when i know i should stop drinking. i used be able to drink a fucking half gallon of vodka, and i would never get sick, and my body would never tell me to stop. but both the last two nights i knew i was fucking wasted and couldnt possibly drink another sip of beer. the air being mostly cigarette smoke made me really fucking nauseous, and i told thomas we should go. we went to his house and he smoked a joint while i drank juice and we watched this brit movie called football factory about of bunch of soccer fans who do lots of coke get really drunk and beat the shit out of each other. it was pretty good. his apartment is one of the nicest ive ever been in, and he lives in what is now a very cool part of town, even though we walked through a dozen prostitutes and at least five guys selling very loudly coke crack and hash on our way there. after about 6 hours of sleep on his huge leather couch, i got up and we got food, then he showed me a bunch of parts of copenhagen i hadnt seen before. probably the best tour guide ever. long few days. and i spent more money in 2 nights than i usually would in a week. not cool.
and now i will attempt to read for class tomorrow.....though most of my energy just went into this. ok. cheers.
on to a three hours drive to karlskrona, to go on a walking tour and see the naval base. that was fucking awesome, and the lunch at the naval base was vegan paradise. totaly bitchin. after that we had the whole night for whatever. amy and i bought an atrociously expensive pint of bad whiskey from the one state run liquor store in town, drank the whole thing that night, then went to the bar with all our retarded classmates, who beforehand were rolling on the ground and screaming about how proud they are to be american. you do not understand how bad it is. i think we drank our bottle too fast because i didnt feel anything, so we kept drinking....then about 11 or 12 i was fucking plowed and hanging out with some total swedish hooknasty, her fiance, her best friend who was crazy swedish punk girl with shaved head and septum peircing, and their friend with very large plugs who looked like he should be in a raver movie. he talked to me for a long time....i think it was about music. somehow i ended up with four completely different swedish guys at a few different dance clubs, doing shots of some blue shit that high school girls drink, to eventually end up back at the same bar we started in and i had been at like 4 different times. they bought me another beer which was hilarious since i could barely stand up, much less drink beer, and when the bar closed at 3 or 4 or whatever they said something about coming to copenhagen and gave me a number i lost. got myself back to the hostel and after four amazing hours of sleep and still quite drunk, got back on the motherfuckin bus to go to a completely pointless small town where we had the worst museum tour ever. i left in the middle of it, got french fries, and came back in time to get back on the bus. when we got back to copenhagen it felt like i was home. so happy. i felt ok after all the sleep on the bus, but still planned to go to bed even though i had made plans with one of mikkels friends to go out. but i woke up at like 9 pm fuckin ready to rock and went downtown to meet thomas.
so i thought thomas was really cool when i met him, but maybe just a bit of a hambone, but he took me to the fucking best bar ive been to here. its called the rock, and is a huge rock n roll bar that had a metal show last night. the band was fucking awesome and for the first time in a bar here everyone had fucking tattoos and crazy neck peircings and were gothed out and metaled out and slayer shirts everywhere. it was rad. almost no pretty blond boys in versace sweaters. we had a couple pitchers and a shot then went to meet his friend at a super crowded bar nearby. we had a couple more beers and about 6 shots or so of this shit called fishermans. fishermans is very popular in copenhagen, and it is also the devil. everyone drinks it all the time, even after swearing theyll never drink it again. its like jegger, but less licorice, more cough syrup. it doest taste like alcohol, just cough syrup so you basically think you can drink like 5 thousand shots. the guys each bought a round then we started playing rock paper sissors for who would buy the next. i only lost once. and again, i all of a sudden was really fucking drunk and didnt feel well at all. i think over the last two years i have finaly developed a response system for when i know i should stop drinking. i used be able to drink a fucking half gallon of vodka, and i would never get sick, and my body would never tell me to stop. but both the last two nights i knew i was fucking wasted and couldnt possibly drink another sip of beer. the air being mostly cigarette smoke made me really fucking nauseous, and i told thomas we should go. we went to his house and he smoked a joint while i drank juice and we watched this brit movie called football factory about of bunch of soccer fans who do lots of coke get really drunk and beat the shit out of each other. it was pretty good. his apartment is one of the nicest ive ever been in, and he lives in what is now a very cool part of town, even though we walked through a dozen prostitutes and at least five guys selling very loudly coke crack and hash on our way there. after about 6 hours of sleep on his huge leather couch, i got up and we got food, then he showed me a bunch of parts of copenhagen i hadnt seen before. probably the best tour guide ever. long few days. and i spent more money in 2 nights than i usually would in a week. not cool.
and now i will attempt to read for class tomorrow.....though most of my energy just went into this. ok. cheers.