Less than 30 minutes to finish this whiskey...
But no whiskey is too big for me! The Great Finnish Drunk!
So, I promised this one girl from Seattle to start updating the darn LJ a bit more often. Fine. Today I update, then next week, or next month, so stay tuned :P
Today starts the initiation for the freshmen. The lit department usually cooperates with Swedish and art for this but this year the Swedish society wanted to hold their own for some reason, so lit, art, music, folklore, ethnology and religion (not theology) has ganged up into one chaotic messy feast. Chaotic because there are way too many cooks for this soup, which then turns into something messy.
But that's ok. I'm going to get drunk and then I'm going to explain to them that I cannot possibly be held responsible for my actions on account of being, well, pretty damn plastered.
This stuff goes straight for the head. Tennessee's finest. Texas-tea. Mmbaby. It tastes bad, it makes me throat burn, my head dizzy and my voice turns slurry and deep(er). Not sure if my voice is deep to begin with. There're way too many faggy things about me, which my friends, iRL and online, are quick to point out. Thank you. Thank you all. Kick on the sobbing prone maybe-gay guy.
So this new aquintance of mine keeps trying to set me up with people. It's taken on a somewhat comic appearance by now. She calls one of her buddies when we're out drinking and gives them the 101 on me. And then she hangs up and turns to me and says "Yep, she's interested. You'll see her at this party then and then." Yikes. What am I? A stallion for rent? A manwhore? Yeeees. Yeees indeed. Excellent.
And today is the day of days when I give away my beloved Daisy, the inflatable love cow. She's made me very happy, and I have abused her in ways no rubbermanufacturer ever could have imagined (really I haven't, would never cheat on my right hand). Either way, it's time for us to say our goodbyes. I just hope I'll still be able to talk when it's time to hand her over to her new.. new.. owners. *shudders* She's not a toy! She's an inflatable cow! Bastards.
20 minutes before I'm off to see the new aquintance and then we're off to buy a few more cases of beer, some stockings, cigarettes, some more beer to drink while we watch other people drink beer, then we get to wait for.. what.. 30 minutes or so, before the rest of the people in charge show up.. then it's another hour before the show gets going with the freshmen arriving. Maybe I should bring the whiskey, just in case. Would hate to be without something to drink. Never face the madness (or the lame lack of it) of a university party without your head spinning, your bowels protesting and your libido shouting for some much-needed attention. Never! If you're having a 100 % good time then something is amiss. The trick is to hate it while loving it or love it while hating it. Here there be monsters.
Goddamn it took a long time for the playlist to find Hendrix. The man.
I think it was in Idoru that Gibson writes about the second Hendrix. Noone had expected him to appear and play that guitar of his. Then again, noone had ever expected the first one either. Good writer Gibson. Writes a bit.. fragmentic.. oh, dunno what word to use.. but I like him. I like the gadgets and I like the grittiness and I like the shittiness and I like the dark humor and.. well.. I just like his books. A bit hard to follow at times for me, seeing as I read them in English and ain't always at my mental peak when reading so.. yeah.
Yeah well, getting a bit tired of writing now. Time to get my shit together. Toodles.
So, I promised this one girl from Seattle to start updating the darn LJ a bit more often. Fine. Today I update, then next week, or next month, so stay tuned :P
Today starts the initiation for the freshmen. The lit department usually cooperates with Swedish and art for this but this year the Swedish society wanted to hold their own for some reason, so lit, art, music, folklore, ethnology and religion (not theology) has ganged up into one chaotic messy feast. Chaotic because there are way too many cooks for this soup, which then turns into something messy.
But that's ok. I'm going to get drunk and then I'm going to explain to them that I cannot possibly be held responsible for my actions on account of being, well, pretty damn plastered.
This stuff goes straight for the head. Tennessee's finest. Texas-tea. Mmbaby. It tastes bad, it makes me throat burn, my head dizzy and my voice turns slurry and deep(er). Not sure if my voice is deep to begin with. There're way too many faggy things about me, which my friends, iRL and online, are quick to point out. Thank you. Thank you all. Kick on the sobbing prone maybe-gay guy.
So this new aquintance of mine keeps trying to set me up with people. It's taken on a somewhat comic appearance by now. She calls one of her buddies when we're out drinking and gives them the 101 on me. And then she hangs up and turns to me and says "Yep, she's interested. You'll see her at this party then and then." Yikes. What am I? A stallion for rent? A manwhore? Yeeees. Yeees indeed. Excellent.
And today is the day of days when I give away my beloved Daisy, the inflatable love cow. She's made me very happy, and I have abused her in ways no rubbermanufacturer ever could have imagined (really I haven't, would never cheat on my right hand). Either way, it's time for us to say our goodbyes. I just hope I'll still be able to talk when it's time to hand her over to her new.. new.. owners. *shudders* She's not a toy! She's an inflatable cow! Bastards.
20 minutes before I'm off to see the new aquintance and then we're off to buy a few more cases of beer, some stockings, cigarettes, some more beer to drink while we watch other people drink beer, then we get to wait for.. what.. 30 minutes or so, before the rest of the people in charge show up.. then it's another hour before the show gets going with the freshmen arriving. Maybe I should bring the whiskey, just in case. Would hate to be without something to drink. Never face the madness (or the lame lack of it) of a university party without your head spinning, your bowels protesting and your libido shouting for some much-needed attention. Never! If you're having a 100 % good time then something is amiss. The trick is to hate it while loving it or love it while hating it. Here there be monsters.
Goddamn it took a long time for the playlist to find Hendrix. The man.
I think it was in Idoru that Gibson writes about the second Hendrix. Noone had expected him to appear and play that guitar of his. Then again, noone had ever expected the first one either. Good writer Gibson. Writes a bit.. fragmentic.. oh, dunno what word to use.. but I like him. I like the gadgets and I like the grittiness and I like the shittiness and I like the dark humor and.. well.. I just like his books. A bit hard to follow at times for me, seeing as I read them in English and ain't always at my mental peak when reading so.. yeah.
Yeah well, getting a bit tired of writing now. Time to get my shit together. Toodles.