|:I feel like an ashtray
||[Aug. 21st, 2006|12:44 am]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
Quite impressed with myself this day, for once I can say I stayed out all night partying. Twelve hours drinking beer, well I must be some kind of young person, maybe a student of some sorts leading care free existence in midsized medieval town Bergen. |
It all started with a Pimp and Ho party at Ove and Kariannes. (I went for this kind of evening wear Dracula pimp thing with hat and Hugh Hefner scarf, zz_one (hens referred to as Kine) was the blinged out hustler from east European boy band entered in Eurovision song contest.) Stopped by Finnegan’s for compulsori beer with dustbinflower when Cisse called and than brought Kine and me to a different party with empty promises of alcohol. After a while we desired more alcohol and thus with little refine snuck in to Kvarteret after party. When that closed we spent an hour (or two?) sitting on wet grass in city centre just laughing. Kine wrote dirty words on my legs and we wrote stuff in Cisses face, I guess we probably could have went home a bit earlier and maybe some of the hysterics would have been avoided... At nine o’clock me and Kine tried buying beer, but you can’t do that on Sundays and that was about that. On the buss Kine went from party animal to snoring mess and I passed out in bed as soon as I got in the door, only barely managed taking off my big black pimp/ho boots.
Café today. dustbinflower, maanebedottn,,fireflyinjar and Geir. Talked about Dallas and our respective nights out.
Tomorrow first group thingy at University. Isn’t that insane?
[ I wanna go home, I don’t wanna stay. Give up education as a bad mistake. ]