Ugh.
Last week was quite terrible. I was ill for the entire week, meaning that I missed among other things two Swedish classes, one sociolinguistics class, the big-ass Laskiais-party where I was supposed to DJ, translation class and my friend's 27th birthday party. I did get paid sick leave from work for three days though, but I'd rather have spent that time at work instead of being stuck at home ill and relying on 4chan's /b/ and Encyclopedia Dramatica for entertainment.
On Saturday I decided against my better judgement to go out to a party at my friend's place in Espoo. Good music was listened to and quite a lot of cider was drunk and around 10 PM one of my friends whom I hadn't seen in ages decided to call me to inform me that she was in Vantaa at her boyfriend's birthday party. Well, being as drunk as I was I decided that going to Vantaa was a fantastic idea, so I caught the next bus to Helsinki in order to switch to a bus which would take me to Vantaa. Once I got to Helsinki I realized that I still had ten minutes to go before the bus would arrive, I was freezing my ass off and there was a bar right next to the bus stop. So, into the bar I go, buy myself a beer and guzzle it down in less than ten minutes after joking about waiting for the bus with the bar tender.
I get out of the bar and start making conversation with a perfect stranger who's also headed to Vantaa and waiting for the same bus as I. The bus arrives, we get on it and resume our conversation, of which I have extremely vague memories at this point. By a pure stroke of luck I manage to get off on the right bus stop and to my friend's boyfriend's party I go. There I go on to make conversation with a number of people, including a barber-hairdresser student who instantly fell in love with my hair in spite of the fact that it's in complete and utter disarray and disrepair. My friend passes out and her boyfriend starts looking after her, at which point someone mentions a club called Red Onion where I used to hang out with another friend of mine ages ago. I decide to check whether she's over there by calling her and bingo, she's there.
So, we head off to Red Onion, I pay for the cab seeing as I'm so filthy rich (no I'm not) and we finally get there. I meet my friend at the club and after about twenty minutes spent there she catches her boyfriend chatting up some random girl and exchanging phone numbers with her. Much drama is had and I eventually leave the club with my friend and two of her other friends to head to her place. I get myself a nice mattress on the living room floor and get covered in cat hair due to the fact that she owns a total of three cats and I nearly suffocate on all of the hair due to my allergies.
Yesterday I had the worst hangover I'd had for a while even though at first it didn't feel quite that bad and I didn't manage to study almost any Swedish. I have the exam in two to four hours, depending on which of my friends was right about the time.
I'm headed to the university in a couple of minutes so I can still do a bit of studying before the exam. I really hope I can pass this exam because my future in the workforce hinges on me finally passing Swedish. Bye.
On Saturday I decided against my better judgement to go out to a party at my friend's place in Espoo. Good music was listened to and quite a lot of cider was drunk and around 10 PM one of my friends whom I hadn't seen in ages decided to call me to inform me that she was in Vantaa at her boyfriend's birthday party. Well, being as drunk as I was I decided that going to Vantaa was a fantastic idea, so I caught the next bus to Helsinki in order to switch to a bus which would take me to Vantaa. Once I got to Helsinki I realized that I still had ten minutes to go before the bus would arrive, I was freezing my ass off and there was a bar right next to the bus stop. So, into the bar I go, buy myself a beer and guzzle it down in less than ten minutes after joking about waiting for the bus with the bar tender.
I get out of the bar and start making conversation with a perfect stranger who's also headed to Vantaa and waiting for the same bus as I. The bus arrives, we get on it and resume our conversation, of which I have extremely vague memories at this point. By a pure stroke of luck I manage to get off on the right bus stop and to my friend's boyfriend's party I go. There I go on to make conversation with a number of people, including a barber-hairdresser student who instantly fell in love with my hair in spite of the fact that it's in complete and utter disarray and disrepair. My friend passes out and her boyfriend starts looking after her, at which point someone mentions a club called Red Onion where I used to hang out with another friend of mine ages ago. I decide to check whether she's over there by calling her and bingo, she's there.
So, we head off to Red Onion, I pay for the cab seeing as I'm so filthy rich (no I'm not) and we finally get there. I meet my friend at the club and after about twenty minutes spent there she catches her boyfriend chatting up some random girl and exchanging phone numbers with her. Much drama is had and I eventually leave the club with my friend and two of her other friends to head to her place. I get myself a nice mattress on the living room floor and get covered in cat hair due to the fact that she owns a total of three cats and I nearly suffocate on all of the hair due to my allergies.
Yesterday I had the worst hangover I'd had for a while even though at first it didn't feel quite that bad and I didn't manage to study almost any Swedish. I have the exam in two to four hours, depending on which of my friends was right about the time.
I'm headed to the university in a couple of minutes so I can still do a bit of studying before the exam. I really hope I can pass this exam because my future in the workforce hinges on me finally passing Swedish. Bye.