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news from le jocktowngod help those about to roc k
the week only picked up from wednesday. monday night was a complete abortion as
a good friend of my ex-boyfriend insisted on buying me tequilas...literaly fell into my room
that night. my mecca at this stage seems to be the het begijnhof flats, especially the lovely
flat of syrene and nicole: where two tiny WASPs give all the maternal nurturing three scullys such as
Botes, myself and martin need. Tuesday was spent recovering and skipping classes. Wednesdays are
life drawing days-- two new people join our class on these occasions: Alfred the cadaver skeleton,
and some random naked person. We spent last week on the pubic area, and this week on drawing
breasts. of course in a very very professional and objective manner. 8 hours, 40 drawings and two breaks
later I assisted ashleigh in finding more victims for her photography project and met up with Botes to venture off to the liquor store. Evening started in full swing at syrene&nicole's and most of the gang sat around drinking wine and
talking shit. Zithe even found herself this new puppy called gercko(do not know how to spell that) and the lady
was glowing. Nicole hit her hip against the kitchen counter and promptly passed out-crumpling to the
floor then cried from shock. it was pretty funny though. Botes started munching at the random leftover noodles
on the kitchen counter, whilst the girls took turns doing make-up in the back room. I could tell you
what happened the rest of that night, but then I'd have to kill you.let's leave it at...we went out.
thus, as presupposed, thursday was another write-off. untill about 5pm when I started developing
my photographs at the studio. The shots came out better than I expected and are strong enough to skip
the hand-colouring mission. woohoo early weekend. anyways, I sat in the darkroom until birds started
making morning noises and i got shit scared at being the only person in the entire art faculty.
Friday was another write off, save for the early art history classes which I basically slept through.
spent the rest of my time reading jack kerouac's "on the road" and drifting in and out of sleep. By the time
I met up with Jannie and Martin at bohemia it felt like my heart was going to beat its way out of my throat. no sleep
does that to me. And the rest of that night felt like a meth-rush. We headed off to Botes' place after picking up
some shit for martin and emptied three bottle of red. (of which botes claimed a staggering 2.)
Eddie was incorporated into plans, and we headed off to town. i realized after a while that my
purse was open and realize I had been pick-pocketed. Bo ran around like a little soldier trying
to find my cellphone and my wallet...eventually found it at the bar, sans money, of course.
no luck with the cellphone, however. The next morning when Botes and I woke up we realized
he'd also been pick-pocketed. and decide that we'd go back to mystics and find out if they'd found
anything. I insisted we clean the flat before we leave and another bossed botes about for another hour.
i have become my mother. scary...but that boy hoards more things than me. including boxes of
off milk and the entire cutlery collection. plus his bed doesn't even have any sheets or anything.
boys.
popped by mystics and luckily got his wallet back, without any of the money of course.
a whole bunch of people had been mugged last night, an entire collection of wallets had been
found underneath the bar.
hate criminals. they should be suffocated in the own excrement.
and that's it for this week, kids..
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