I passed my math test as well, so Ill only have to do two re-tests in january. Yay! To celebrate this I went with high spirit to a masquerade staff party at my student union/nation thingie, dressed as Courtney Love. The theme was "back in the days" so I figured I should honour my early teen idol. My boy went as Kurt Cobain (And nobody called me Yoko...)
To really live up to the role I got insanely drunk at the dinner.
(Short explantaion of swedish traditional student dinners: You have verrry long dinners with lots of formalia, traditional schnapps drinking songs, speaches, ruels on how to toast and so on).
Anyways, I made everyone sing Whitney Houstons "I will always love you" when I was chosen to pick a drinking song, flashed my tits to everyone while getting a prize, stumbled around drunk during this dance we performed (to the "papa joe" song if anyones familiar with it) , snuck into the kitchen and hit on girls just innocently idling around in there.
Among the last things I remember were lying on the floor in the dressing room, being very stubborn about wanting to walk home in my high heals (even though I had sneakers in a bag) and then, on the way out, trying to steal one of those human sized clothes hanger thingsies.
I puked on a lovely spot right outside a graveyard, and when I got home I fell asleep with my wig on.
I felt a lot better after all this. I feel like I never wanna go back to school again. And I feel happy for changing shoes before I went home, so I didnt have to have puke on my pretty ones.
I also feel a whole lot of christmas spirit. So Merry Christmas yall!
God Jul!
To really live up to the role I got insanely drunk at the dinner.
(Short explantaion of swedish traditional student dinners: You have verrry long dinners with lots of formalia, traditional schnapps drinking songs, speaches, ruels on how to toast and so on).
Anyways, I made everyone sing Whitney Houstons "I will always love you" when I was chosen to pick a drinking song, flashed my tits to everyone while getting a prize, stumbled around drunk during this dance we performed (to the "papa joe" song if anyones familiar with it) , snuck into the kitchen and hit on girls just innocently idling around in there.
Among the last things I remember were lying on the floor in the dressing room, being very stubborn about wanting to walk home in my high heals (even though I had sneakers in a bag) and then, on the way out, trying to steal one of those human sized clothes hanger thingsies.
I puked on a lovely spot right outside a graveyard, and when I got home I fell asleep with my wig on.
I felt a lot better after all this. I feel like I never wanna go back to school again. And I feel happy for changing shoes before I went home, so I didnt have to have puke on my pretty ones.
I also feel a whole lot of christmas spirit. So Merry Christmas yall!
God Jul!
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jag anvnder det aldrig men jag har ett.