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i wrote this before i got internet. this starts off where i left off last time – friday evening.
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18:40 – going home
so, we left off at me leaving the common room/building.
well, not all things are as easy as they seem. after deciding to leave, i realize that my card doesn’t open the locked door (for some reason unknown to me), and that the last people just left the building about 20 minutes ago (the student committee that takes care of events and books and such – i got my books from them with a discount by buying a 10 euro membership card. over the 2 semesters i will definitely save money, as they have 10% off books, and my two books already saved me 8 euros). i email my parents that, hmm, i seem to be stuck, but i hope it will be okay. pack up my laptop, my stuff, and go to try the door again.
the door with the card doesn’t work, however the other door, larger front door entrance which doesn’t have the card, opens easily.
i go outside, take a breath, think, “how nice that i am free”. out of interest i try the larger door, and it opens. i think “hmm, i should go to the washroom before i bike home, i mean, the door is open so why not”. i open the front door, go to the washroom, walk back and open… hmm… well, nope. the front door doesn’t open. at all.
oh man.
so, i am alone, in the school building, on friday at 6:30 in the afternoon, when there is NO one else in the building, it is already locked (so my best bet is security coming at 11, but that’s a bit far away), and no one will visit until monday morning (with the hopeful exception of security guard).
i mildly panic.
i try opening the card door again. no luck.
i try opening the front door with pushing the sliding thing, trying various buttons on the walls, simply pulling on it reaaaaally hard. no luck.
i look above me, and see fire exit signs, but they point to these two doors. but i hope at this point that the building has another fire exit. i walk around, find a classroom on the ground floor (find is a big word for me opening the doors to the only 2 classrooms they have on the ground floor – pics coming up soon, diny), open the door and walk out the back.
pheww.
now, good thing: no alarm started ringing. i really expected it to start, because the other two doors have fire alarm handles encased in class, so i expect that if you break it the alarm sounds, which would make sense. but nothing rang.
i also had to walk a bit more, because my bike is on the other side of the building. but i think it was worth it, just to feel okay at being outside. hehehe.
i biked home, realized i don’t feel so well, so i just kind of sat in my room for most of the evening. i believe francesca made some spaghetti with some kind of special sauce, but i don’t remember the name, nor anything else. the rest of the evening was kind of blurry, i was tired and didn’t really feel like doing anything.
later on, closer to 10, the floor became alive, because the P building had a party that was permitted by the guesthouse. they all decided to go, and take my bottle of wine. however, to take my bottle of wine, they had to take me, therefore they persuaded me to go as well.
very reluctantly, i dressed (baggy black pants ala hesi, black sleeveless shirt, pink jacket, running shoes), we went to the entrance of the main building (which is connected to P, C and B buildings). there i sat on the little stone fence, waiting for the others to figure out whats happening. turns out the party isn’t happening, but they still want to go out.
at this point, i’m like “okay, fine, i dressed and everything, might as well walk”, especially and particularly due to the fact that we were walking to the bar which was about 5 minutes from our building.
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12:00 – the bar
the bar is called highlander, and its a medium sized bar, with a pool table, a round bar stand, some interesting decorations on the ceiling 
(the photograph is courtesy of francesca’s camera phone… i sent the photos via infrared to my laptop. w00t!), fairly cheap beer (1.50 for beer of the week, 1.70 for heinken, which is what most people drink).
pretty much right after getting there i realize that i have lost my new cellphone.
i mildly freak out. tell simon and francesca (who were with me at the point) that i lost my cellphone.
we look around the bar on the floor, which is wildly unsuccessful, as the floor is literally foot-to-foot is full of people.
we decide to quickly walk back to the rez and see perhaps i left it at home or lost it when i sat down on the lawn. (i was fairly sure it was the 2nd situation, so i wasn’t that worried, but nevertheless…). we walk home, not finding it, i go upstairs, look in my room, chris hears the noise and pops out into the hall asking whats up. i say i lost my cellphone, he offers to use his to call mine, i give him the number, he starts dialing and the elevator doors open as simon and francesca come in with my found cellphone! we all decide to bike back to the bar, and chris joins us this time around. 
(photo courtesy francesca who i suppose took it right after finding it)
we bike to the bar, each one our own bike.
afterwards, i was fairly bored at the bar, however ending up not spending anything on drinks as i am sick. therefore i only had maybe half a beer, but its good, i didn’t feel like drinking in the first place.
the time we spent there wasn’t nearly all that exciting, i hung out with people who played pool, took 2-3 miserable shots, then hung out with other people who were standing next to the bar stand (chris and simon, and later sandra, francesca and julien). it wasn’t all that exciting.
until…
i hear some noise next to the door.
people are taking ceiling lights (like, soft chandeliers type of things on long strings) and aiming them towards someone.
i stretch my neck and see a female cop.
undressing.
yeaah.
here’s the rated x part.
for the next 15 minutes the music was played of some sort striptease type (“let me see you strip” by rob zombie, among others). the cop was blond, and underneath the fairly elaborate uniform that the guy for whom she was doing the striptease, she had white various clothes.
pretty much all of them save for a tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ny piece of clothing in the lower area was taken off during these 15 minutes.
i am not sure how many details i should even be divulging here, but it was fairly hilarious for me, as it was the first time i have seen a striptease. it was hilarious to see everyone around us (me and sandra, she was standing next to me and we were exchanging jokes about the event) going CRAZY, especially guys, and how everyone were trying to stretch out their necks.
the various props that were used included whipped cream, hand cream, various articles of clothing tying eyes/hands, and an american (??!?) flag behind which the guy took off her underwear (to reveal another, smaller, pair, hah).
there was also a HUGE bodyguard present, who looked fairly threatening and prevented people from coming inside. what was funny is that in this case the people were francesca and julien who went outside for a moment, right before this began. so when he DID let them in, it was like right in the middle, and you should have SEEN francesca’s face as she walks in and there’s this nearly naked woman shaking her goods right in francesca’s face.
afterwards, it was around 2:30am, and the bar began clothing. we all were shuffled outside, where we decided to go to a dance club.
and, then, it started to rain.
so we are standing outside, it is 2:45 or so, when we decided to go to the bar, and it literally started to poor (to use the russian expression, like from a bucket). we all became soaking wet with in seconds.
i am happy i had my jacket! this was the first rain that we have gotten in the past week. i believe we are very lucky, as even now, 2 days later, it is still sunny!
anyway.
obviously the bar was canceled as we are all sick. we bike home, some of us running, some of us sitting on backs of others bikes, and some just biking (like me).
i just now realized i’m overlapping what i had written later, so please pardon the repetition and continue reading.
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05:10 – after the bar
i am writing the ending of this day without writing the beginning, since i am too tired to write more, but i wish to write at least the end when i am full of energy.
after leaving the bar, we went to our bikes and were discussing whether we will go to another bar (with more music, and still open), and who will go, when it started to really, really, REALLY rain.
i mean, it was POURING down.
you got soaked within 1 minute, flat.
this was the first rain i have seen in a week – it was fun but now i am worried i will miss the sun quite a bit when it begins to rain here. it was fantastic to have this wonderfully warm weather. (supposed to be 29 tomorrow and sunny, yay).
anyway… bar was canceled, since all of us were soaked (as it started to rain when we were outside). so we all biked home, as fast as we could. fabio and jerome ran, and the rest shared a bike or biked on their own (i biked on my own).
we all got absolutely wet during the ride, parked our bikes and went upstairs.
i changed into dry clothes, hung up mine to dry, and went outside to get one of my bananas. within about 5 minutes there is an influx of about 20 people, none of whom i know. i am not sure what nationality they were, but i believe they were accidentally invited by francesca.
they hung out (and annoyed me a bit to be honest) for about 15 minutes, after which the security guard came, and said that this is the 2nd complaint of the night, and the people who are not sleeping on this floor (how very delicately phrased!) should leave. almost everyone left right away, with the exception of about 5 people.
for the next 2 hours, we sat in the dining room, eating peanuts (courtesy me), and bread with nutella (EVERYONE eats nutella ALL the time, and we even have an expression now, “nutella party”, because its like 3 times a day, people eat nutella, all together), and playing guitar. it was absolutely awesome: because the italian people (who were singing), *absolutely* cannot understand the english lyrics of MANY modern songs, so it was sooo funny to listen to them mumble something along hte lines of what is actually being sung. sooo cute!
one of the highlights of the evening was the song “wish you were here” by pink floyd. i amazed myself, and i think others, but knowing all the lyrics. god, its a fantastic song. played by fabio: 
so, do you think you can tell, heaven from hell…
anyway… people were slowly leaving, some to their own building, some to their own bed, and i believe, some to NOT their own bed. around 4:50 there were only 4 people left, simon, fabio, myself, and another italian guy whos name i dont know (but he’s from a different group of those that i met on my first nights here), but who knows guitar/music at least fairly well.
i sat there becoming more asleep by the second, and eventually gave up and went to bed – well, now, it’ll be bed, but that’s all for tonight.
what an exciting day!! and tomorrow, i sleep as much as i want. woohoo!