PASKA!!!
Oh yes, so Jesus was very drunk at Erik's party...erm...three months ago? When he gets drunk, he starts speaking in Scandinavian languages. I poked him and said "Jesus, Jesus! Guess what?!?! PASKA!!! [which means "sh*t" in Finnish]" His eyes got big and he said "OOOOOOOOOOOOOooi, paska!!" and ran down the street. Meanwhile, a bunch of thugs were watching all this with a most intent curiosity. I couldn't stop laughing.
After a bit, Erik ended up asking me out for a date. I could not really say no but I went through the motions and stalled out any interest.
As far as class, there was nothing particularly eventful. People at universities in this area and young professionals in this area are just dry...like toast. They're just..."there". I finished the semester uneventfully and turned my attention to my other endeavours. After all, this is Washington, D.C., where dreams come to die.
After a bit, Erik ended up asking me out for a date. I could not really say no but I went through the motions and stalled out any interest.
As far as class, there was nothing particularly eventful. People at universities in this area and young professionals in this area are just dry...like toast. They're just..."there". I finished the semester uneventfully and turned my attention to my other endeavours. After all, this is Washington, D.C., where dreams come to die.