As classes have been canceled for this week and I've been re-watching all the episodes of sex and the city (seasons 5 and 6), I feel inspired to write plus its raining outside and I already have food. Last night was the last ESN (Exchange Student Network) party. I actually forgot about it until Elsa reminded me and invited me to the preparty they were having. I went to the pre-party and met a girl who lives in Santa Cruz but goes to school in Denver. Fascinating, right? Anyways, because I once again accidentally got drunk (after 1 fucking beer and a little wine) I had to walk there. There was about a mile away right next to the Maas river. So since I forgot about the party and didn't buy a ticket, I got there to find out it was sold out. Hence, I was a bit upset and I waited outside with another girl who didn't buy a ticket, her friends came out and we kinda snuck in with forged hand stamps. . mwahahahah. evil, right? Well, whatever, they couldn't sell us tickets so fuck em. So once we got in, I'd already kinda lost my buzz so I got a shot of vodka and a rum&cola (rum & coke but you can't call it coke here because people assume the drug). It was fabulous and I was drunk. So after I got my drinks, I went and danced downstairs. OMG the lights made me so happy because they were beautiful. Blacklights and other cool effects=more fun. They mainly played pop/technoish music and there wasn't really any room to dance so people were just basically gyrating in a basement with pretty lights and fun music. Generally the party was fun, I kept losing track of the people I was with and I felt awkward just being around people I didn't know. Alrighty, so we walked back to the c-building. OMG I walked at least 2 miles in those fucking boots, and I have to tell you, they are NOT made for walking. . .even with the massaging gel insoles.
In other news, I booked my bus ride to paris this friday so I will be visiting my aunt in France for the weekend and coming back sunday. Hopefully, I'll actually have class next week but I guess we shall see. . .
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