Weekend
Weekend is over, thank god and too bad at the same time. Had a lot of fun with Claras 4 girlfriends visiting and Monikas supercute Polish friend aswell. Our housewarming party on Saturday was a bit of a disapointment since people were quite tired from partying on the night before (as was I on Saturday morning, never thought I´d reach my human state again..and unfortunatley,,and quie trashy, the salvation was a beer. I had refused to take Monicas advice "Only beer rids the hangover headache", I didn´t wanna sink that low you know..but fortunatley it worked and my party mood came back as if never been missing)in a residence near our house..we were there ofcoourse and the night ended in a "femme fatale" afterparty in our house. All women..and well..one guy..who I assume liked all the attention( he´s the kind who would say I love you and call you "his destiny" on the second date.) The next day we found out from a Russian friend that the same night, a few doors away in a student residence in our area, there had been an afterparty with 99% guys and rest girls...a terrible fact to the single girls I share a house with..ironic and funny fact to me.
With the before party being quite dull and with strange social mix..we enjoyed the afterparty in Skoljdhoj kollegium a whole lot more. That place holds the standard of any small town in-hotel-nightclub would..eveerybody knows everybodey (all students and roomates, vodka and beer are bestsellers at the bar, and I assure you the vodka sales rised significantlly that night with MY POLISH friends literally pouring down one vodka shot after the other in their own throats and in mine :) The whole sickening beverage was washed down with a shared bottle of coca cola :) Oh what madness..oh what fun.)
So Sunday, Imagine the zombies that got out of bed at 14, 15 and 16 o ´clock...and never stepped out the door ( no not even for Sunday Salsa, the highlight of the weekend usually)that day. Night ended at 3 am..after drinking sangria with the spanish girls and playing BURRO..a card game best translated as donkey!, They are fucking mad those spanish girls...
..this all ment that IBAM class had to be stood up on Monday morning..as interesteing as it is..I was in no shape to stare at an Indian software expert for 3 hours ..babbling about marketing strategies in an international context...
I spend the night trying to understand the origin of my Anti Virus program being knocked out, finding some missing recently installed software and being eaten by the fact that strange users seemed to be "logged on my computer". Could only mean one thing, Virus, Trojan hors?. SHIT!
I think I lost my short term memory ( I am turning into that Goldfish more and more Monika...MOnika?..you are readuíng my blog once in a while aren´t you)because I cannot recall what happened yesterday at all..eheh..probably nothing of great importance..well one thing I rememebr, meeting my neigbour and work-buddy who informed me that my boss had tried to reach me all day for another days work.
I quickly took my bosses mobile number to call her back as soon as I got home from Netto, but not even that did I manage to retain in my memory during the 1,5 minute walk from Netto supermarket to my house...to make a long story short..
I had to go o work today..which ment PR class had to be stood up upon....
If I go on like this I might end up with workoverload related stress syndrome instead of a Masters degree in Marketing.
With the before party being quite dull and with strange social mix..we enjoyed the afterparty in Skoljdhoj kollegium a whole lot more. That place holds the standard of any small town in-hotel-nightclub would..eveerybody knows everybodey (all students and roomates, vodka and beer are bestsellers at the bar, and I assure you the vodka sales rised significantlly that night with MY POLISH friends literally pouring down one vodka shot after the other in their own throats and in mine :) The whole sickening beverage was washed down with a shared bottle of coca cola :) Oh what madness..oh what fun.)
So Sunday, Imagine the zombies that got out of bed at 14, 15 and 16 o ´clock...and never stepped out the door ( no not even for Sunday Salsa, the highlight of the weekend usually)that day. Night ended at 3 am..after drinking sangria with the spanish girls and playing BURRO..a card game best translated as donkey!, They are fucking mad those spanish girls...
..this all ment that IBAM class had to be stood up on Monday morning..as interesteing as it is..I was in no shape to stare at an Indian software expert for 3 hours ..babbling about marketing strategies in an international context...
I spend the night trying to understand the origin of my Anti Virus program being knocked out, finding some missing recently installed software and being eaten by the fact that strange users seemed to be "logged on my computer". Could only mean one thing, Virus, Trojan hors?. SHIT!
I think I lost my short term memory ( I am turning into that Goldfish more and more Monika...MOnika?..you are readuíng my blog once in a while aren´t you)because I cannot recall what happened yesterday at all..eheh..probably nothing of great importance..well one thing I rememebr, meeting my neigbour and work-buddy who informed me that my boss had tried to reach me all day for another days work.
I quickly took my bosses mobile number to call her back as soon as I got home from Netto, but not even that did I manage to retain in my memory during the 1,5 minute walk from Netto supermarket to my house...to make a long story short..
I had to go o work today..which ment PR class had to be stood up upon....
If I go on like this I might end up with workoverload related stress syndrome instead of a Masters degree in Marketing.
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