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Have you ever felt so bad that you just wanted to throw up so you'd be done with it and might feel better after? Yes, there was another student party yesterday, and I felt like that all day. I did manage to eat supper, though, but could've skipped it just as well, because I lost it again in the middle of watching Supernatural (more details on that later).
So yes, party, and I had a lot to drink. First at home, then at the "pre-party" at two of my classmates' apartement, then at the actual party, and then a few of us went to the after-party to a friend of my rommates. Now, by all means you should've gotten a drunken post at around four in the morning, but you didn't, and that's because... I didn't spend the night at home. In fact I spent the night in the bed of a guy I met at the after-party. Nothing happened, though. Heh, I think. I'm a little fuzzy on the details, but I know that we each stayed under our own blanket, even though we spooned a little. I didn't want anything more, because we were both wasted, and I was afraid this might be something either of us would regret in the morning. He gave me his number, I think I'll call him tomorrow and we'll see.
The party itself was nice, too. I talked a lot and I don't remember everything, but I know that I was in the bathroom once and two girls were waiting in line and talking about Indiana versus California, in English, and I got hit with such a wave of sadness and wanting to travel, or even better, emigrate to an English-speaking country that I spent the next few minutes trying very hard not to cry. There are a lot of shows about German people emigrating to other countries at the moment, practically each tv station has their own, and I can never watch any of them, because I get so jealous and cranky.
So yes, party, and I had a lot to drink. First at home, then at the "pre-party" at two of my classmates' apartement, then at the actual party, and then a few of us went to the after-party to a friend of my rommates. Now, by all means you should've gotten a drunken post at around four in the morning, but you didn't, and that's because... I didn't spend the night at home. In fact I spent the night in the bed of a guy I met at the after-party. Nothing happened, though. Heh, I think. I'm a little fuzzy on the details, but I know that we each stayed under our own blanket, even though we spooned a little. I didn't want anything more, because we were both wasted, and I was afraid this might be something either of us would regret in the morning. He gave me his number, I think I'll call him tomorrow and we'll see.
The party itself was nice, too. I talked a lot and I don't remember everything, but I know that I was in the bathroom once and two girls were waiting in line and talking about Indiana versus California, in English, and I got hit with such a wave of sadness and wanting to travel, or even better, emigrate to an English-speaking country that I spent the next few minutes trying very hard not to cry. There are a lot of shows about German people emigrating to other countries at the moment, practically each tv station has their own, and I can never watch any of them, because I get so jealous and cranky.