Blog By K.

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a week and a half in summation

In Friends, Life, Random, Travel on 2011/09/10 at 5:13 pm

coping with unprecedented events

traveling to the west coast to spend time with a soon lost crew

working monday from ten to seven while realizing it indeed must be my last day there

looking up new people new programme new education at the university all the while not learning a goddam thing

rushing off on a three day get-away with programme of completely unfamiliar people for bonding mambo jambo experiences but serious stuff too, like, dealing with psychosis

having an awesome time at the hesitant trip minus the first-time-ever hurling part, what was that?

coming home and wanting to die of exhaustion but deciding to die with booze and drunk people instead

hitting a pre-party at a corridor for what seems like 40 seconds and then heading to a dancefloor from past days

eating unhealthy but brutally good treats as a power-up to avoid any kind of sign of wanting to sleep my brain out

hitting an after-party at the exact same spot from the corridor before and having such a good time I never want to leave

loving every minute of pissing off the campy campus kids by putting on ‘death electro’ instead of the tenth remix of rihanna’s umbrella

crashing at a friend’s place eating healthy but brutally good treats before sleeping away this recurring déjà vu that is campus life

“Party on, Wayne!” (- Garth Algar)

In Life on 2011/01/31 at 9:53 pm

In honor of Wayne and Garth’s life philosophy I have to be honest and say that partying with the right people is the most (MAJOR correction: one of the most) fulfilling experiences we can ever have. And I’m not even exaggerating here. Last week included a cavalcade of parties, preparties, get-togethers and whatnot, but it’s the little things that you cherish the morning after. Perhaps you’ll even remember them as vague souvenirs of your blissful youth decades ahead.

The highlight of one evening was when lining up to enter an afterparty at some guy’s apartment. We weren’t exactly sure where we were going, or who we were going to, but late at night these things don’t exactly distinguish themselves as problems. Then just before hopping on the elevator, we eventually came to our senses and actually asked ourselves: “Is this really a good idea? Maybe we should just head home.” And during this very instance, one guy cuts in and gives his best shot at convincing us:

– No no, why are you leaving? Listen…. I have weed upstairs.
– …… you have what?
– WEED! I have weed people!

This killed me. My friends were literally on the floor at this point.

Another thing was when we met two undeniably cool French girls. We were in a public bathroom with three booths, two occupied by these French women and one by my friend. Clearly hearing them speak French, I tell my friend who reside in the cubicles next to her. So as an attempt to get their attention, my friend suddenly decides to shout:

– JE SUIS ENCEINTE! I’m pregnant! (which given the circumstances would be quite a reasonable discovery, being in a public bathroom and all)

First silence. Then:

–  Tu es enceinte?!
– Oh la la! C’est vrai?

This ended up with mutual friendship and conversations lasting for half an hour. Still in the bathroom.

My point is that I get it now. When I start school in fall I’ll probably have loads more interesting nights out just like these, and even if I’ll wish myself dead on some exam-panic occasions, I can look back at moments like these and say: this might end up as a romanticised version of my adolescent days… but man, did we have fun.

Kinda like looking back at highschool, really.