saturday and sunday: READ AFTER THE RATED X ENTRY!

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alrighty, second day of the weekend: saturday.

given the fact that i can sleep as much as i want i woke up around 3pm, with one
fantastic interruption, around 9 am, when my dad managed to call my cellphone!
which is great, this means i now have a personal and private line for just myself.

after making myself some toasted bread, ala my mom’s style (in milk sugar and some egg),
i have went shopping for some supplies with mirjam and simon. we went to the larger, a
bit more expensive supermarket, where i have bought:

flour, a box with 6 varieties of tea (thats for you scarf, now i can drink some weird
screwed up tea with pineneedles and strawberries), chicken legs, this leaf that you use
as a spice, a small bottle of coke for me (it takes me about a week to finish it, and it
feels very nice), tomatoes (can’t get enough, they are SO AMAZING here), grapes (they
were half off!), some sugar cubes (we have ran out), strawberry jam (i wanted raspberry
but i couldn’t find), some soup mix (mushroom), some crunchy bread for tea. i THINK thats
it, feels like there’s more, but i’m too lazy to compare the receipt with my list.
i need to get eggs and milk, but that’s from the cheaper ardi’s on monday. all the things
i got in the supermarket are non existent in ardi’s, which has a much more limited
selection.

i love those tomatoes, man, they taste fantastic here.

after shopping, i came home (we all got soaking wet again on the way home, it was a
spontaneous shower), and my parents called me again! we spent like 10 minutes talking,
which was very nice.

today is saturday, the 11th, which means it is sandra’s birthday!

around 5 the preparations started. everyone wanted to order pizza, so my chicken soup got
a bit postponed (going to make it now, sunday).

i still didn’t feel so well, just wanted to be alone and relaxing, so i was in my room,
reading for school, sorting photographs, burning dvd, and the like.

the party slowly started to happen when i was sitting in my room (mirjam came in to chat,
we spent like 30 minutes just talking about stuff, family, traveling). i poked my nose
out when it was already full swing, around 20 people, and sangria, made by sandra and her
friends, which is a fruit wine:

get a lot of cheap wine
get a lot of cheap fruits (apples, oranges)
get some fanta (lemon i think they used)
mix

add people, big spoons to pour wine with, plastic cup

equals in a party (too big and loud for my taste).

i had some (2-3 small cups), it is extremely nice. must try when get home, even if we
have wine that is so cheap. oh, almost forgot!

i made a card for sandra: bought a card, and with my silver pen made everyone sign in
their language. i think she was very happy, we had everyone on that card.

most of the evening i spent with a smaller subset of people, the scottish party – david
invited his friends and there were maybe 7 people there, a girl who i already knew, and
simon (one of the quieter people) was hanging out with them as well. i took an advil a
few hours before that, so my headache wasn’t there, but i still didn’t feel like hanging
out with all the people.

eventually a group of us decided to leave the party for a while, as it was getting
louder. we quietly sneaked out, walked around for about 30 minutes. it was wet but not
raining, so not that cold, (i was dressed warmly anyway, but still). it was fun, we all
spoke about how we traveled here, since everyone are exchange students, some from
scotland, some from swizterland, some from austria. i was trying to explain russian
language, particularly the curse language (about which i know a tiiiny subset, which made
it a bit difficult, but i think i got the idea across).

when we were coming back, we see a group of 20 people and 20 people going downstairs,
among them peter , the american guy
who i mentioned before.

we have exchanged a few words, and he said that they are all going out, and asked me if
i’m coming. i said that not likely, i want to go upstairs first and i’m a bit tired.

anyway, we went upstairs, there’s a HUGE mess and no one except our floormates. they said
that everyone got kicked out for the noise (i’m not surprised, like 40 people on our tiny
floor!), and that they are all going out.

after debating for a while and realizing that everyone are going, i decided to join them.

my wardrobe: grey pants, white shirt with the pretty neckline, tielace black shoes (that
i got just before leaving), pink jacket. very warm for the weather here.

we biked to a bar, except i rode on chris’s bike, as i really didnt want to ride on mine.
after arrival it turns out that there are 2 bars, one with a footsball table, and one
with a dance place, and that people are evenly split between the two.

for the next few hours, francesca and i kept hopping between the two places, while
spending some time with francesca outside just talking.

we ended up sitting around a small table on the edge of the dance area, in the club with
the barstools (however i did play and win a game of footsball – i was the offense and
chris was the defense and we won like 10-5, to francesca and julien, hehehehe). we were
sitting there for maybe 20 minutes, the music was great enough to dance, when i hear the
familiar whooping, and i see a chair being rolled out to the middle of the “dance area”.

i’m thinking “what the hell”, look over at thomas and simon (who were with me the night
before when the striptease started), and see that their face reflects my exact thought:
“are we in for another striptease?”.

however, this time something is very very different.

the person on the chair, the person for whom the strip tease is being given, is …

a girl.

and the person doing the stripteasing, the stripteaser, is …

a guy.

at this point, i’m dying of laughter.

a circle forms around the dance floor, composed of girls, however i see some guys sitting
on the stairs next to us, with a video camera. i HOPE they were filming the girl’s
birthday, and not for any other reason… *chuckle*

anyway… the circle around the dance floor? guess who ended up being right in the
circle? well as i mentioned, our table is like right there, and due to how we sat
(seriously, thinking back, it was pure chance that i sat where i did, thomas was further
away and we just kind of randomly sat down there), i’m RIGHT there.

so, striptease number 2.

yeaaah.

it was a big, dark guy, with a black hood and some weird in a good way drawings on his
face, with leather everything. so for the next 15 minutes there was a different song
playing, something specifically for his striptease (much more choreographed too!).

the props was a bucket of water, whipped cream, some towels, and a sponge.

it was pretty interesting to see 2 stripteases so close after another, and to be able to
compare the difference in them.

but i seriously wonder.

this is like, 2 nights, 2 stripteases, and i’m not even here for a month. barely 2 and a
half weeks. and only a week of school.

anyway, after the striptease, we all left the bar and went to a dancing club. we just
walked there, the name is de alla, and its the one where i already went last weekend (or
so? it feels like a month ago) with peter and francesca.

there we danced for a while, and then left after the guys had a beer.

the song “lets get retarded” is seriously popular here. it plays at least once in each
place where we go.
i also heard a new song by the romanian band haiduchi (i’m fairly sure). i recognized the
voices, style and i THINK the language, but it was the first time i heard the song. i
wonder if its playing in toronto as well, or europe is ahead in that sense!

anyway, whats weird is that de alla charges guys when they LEAVE and not when they enter.
girls don’t have to pay anything. but the guys do.

anyway, after that we biked home (i went on the back of chris’s bike, he rides FAST). at
home we drank tea (i made some cold tea for francesca), and then went to sleep. it was
around 4am.


sunday

i woke up at 2pm, ate breakfast, drank tea, then cleaned up my room a bit, spoke to
francesca for a while, then around 4 i started typing the entries, and now, 1.5 hours
later i am done. its amazing that it takes me so long, but there was SO much to tell!

right now i shall change to street clothes, and go with thomas to the shopping center.
maybe i will get eggs after all, i need some for the chicken soup, and i’m running out of
bread. i dont really need anything, but the weather is so nice that a walk is good. when
it’ll start to rain… it’ll start to rain. heh.

that’s it, we’ll see if there’s more to write later, i hope not! hah, the weekend was way
too exciting!

02:00
thankfully the rest of the day was very uneventful, with the exception of me attempting to make chicken soup. it wasn’t thick enough, however people didn’t hate it.
i made just enough for 5 people from 5 legs of chicken.
i had potatoes, carrots, a garlic, chicken, water, some of this leaf that adds taste (lavroviy list, laurie list, i dunno), and some spices of various grasses, salt, pepper. it tasted and smelled fantastic, just wasn’t thick enough.
people liked potatoes.
who ate it: me, francesca, chris, simon, thomas.

i studied, for tomorrow’s classes. read psych and took notes. walked around, found francesca battling her reading, so i took her 4 pages and summarized them in about 10 minutes. easy reading, i think it was marketing, it was about brand image and how it is controlled for a specific company – NIVEA.

then i tried to help thomas with HIS reading, which is european law, and MAN that @$#% is hard. i mean, i can BARELY understand each sentence, because their language is INSANELY complicated… i can’t imagine how the french guys are reading it, it is so convoluted. i can’t imagine someone actually WRITING that. it is just CRAZY. anyway, i helped him with one question, out of 12… man… i feel bad, really, because if it is so hard for me, i can’t imagine it for them.

that’s all, really. watched parts of armageddon, nip/tuck, talked with people. very quiet evening, and everyone are already asleep! (i went to wash and put away my cup of tea, my perfectly sized, white cup. it is the small joys here… my candle, my laptop, my blankets, my pygamas, the cup which is normally sized – all the cups here are tiiiny. i really really miss my ansel adams calendar, and i really really miss my normal reading lamp. the one here is lower than my laptop, so it is difficult to point it at my reading.)

what i also feel like i miss: a place to have my clothes, i dont have enough clothes hangers, and no shelves to store clothes on. tomorrow i shall reorganize my closet and fold away the warmer sweaters, as the weather is still – knock on wood – hovering around 20 +/- 5 degs.

music on the laptop is definetly nice.

i cleaned out some photographs that i burned on a dvd earlier – old photographs, from my trip to denver. went through the gazillion photos that i took and tried to clean it up. i removed about a gig, i have 60 photographs that i deemed reasonable to look at. later i need to clean up the other 3 gigs that i have from denver, and keep burning older photographs from the harddrive.

the usb connector, for reading my external drives, is great (connects to my cd writer as well), BUT one of the connectors to the drive is REALLY REALLY tough (its the 4 pin one, not the wide one, but the smaller white one), and each time i try to take it out i’m freaked out that i’ll break something, because it is extremely difficult to pull out.

anyway… good night. tomorrow morning i will go to campus around 2pm and post these entries. hope you had fun reading em ;)