Sunday, November 27, 2011

Strange

So I went to C's birthday party Friday evening. I actually had fun. Okay I always find a way to have fun, but this was so strange! I mean there was absolutely no alcohol (the parents - yes there were parents present! - drank it all and seemed to have much more fun than us), this fourteen-year-old kept looking at me weirdly (yes I was together with kids and yes it was perfectly normal for him to look that way because seriously my behavior was far from average), oh and we had to play a game that  don't want to explain because it's more complicated than it looks and the last time I played it was in kindergarten. This may sound like the worst evening ever, but... it was awesome. Yes. I used the A-word.

I had this really weird dream last night. I was in our holiday apartment in the mountains together with PB and LR and we wanted to go sledging but there was no snow. LR suggested that PB look out of the window and check if the sledging track had enough snow (seriously wtf). PB went out and came back as JL with a ring and proposed to me, then D climbed through the kitchen window and said "it's okay I like LR now anyway" and then LR slapped D and started crying about everybody being mean and her not having a boyfriend. That's when I woke up fucking confused and thinking "WTF is wrong with me to have such weird stuff going on my head?!". So you can guess in what mental state I am today. Bingo. Brainfucked (my new favorite word) and damn annoyed at everything.

Speaking of annoyed (omg rant-alert!):
My CAS-advisor mailed me because I haven't done shit on managebac. I don't feel like doing it now. I just might add procrastination to my activities... No seriously why the hell do we have to reflect on our activities??? I feel stalked when I have to write stuff like that. Argh. Please let me die somewhere in a deep dark cave away from the rest of the world....

Fuck this is a hell of a long post. Yeah screw that.

D hasn't written back, he promised to do so. Not that I care. At least that's what I'm trying to tell myself.

/P.

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