So the gasque... boring. The food was okay I guess, except that you don't go there to eat but to socialise and sing, neither of which I could really do. We didn't sing that much and my table was pretty boring; a German couple all over each other, a French guy who disappeared halfway through the first dish and some Swedes who didn't understand my Swedish so decided not to talk to me. But it seems quite a few other people had a boring time too. So it took up all my afternoon, from 3pm (started with a speech and an official welcome at the university main building, which was nice enough since all the nations went there in a profession (is that a word?) and it was the first time I was inside the building and it's so much grander than McEwan Hall) up until about 11.30 in the evening when the dinner was over and I decided to go home. The party would've gone on until 2am I suppose but I didn't feel like it. Didn't really impress me that much. Or maybe I just didn't get drunk enough...

And this time, I want last week back. I want to go somewhere, do something. I went to the streetdance class they have at the gym and it was absolute shit. The teacher is about 35, big and not hiphop at all. But tries to be, that's the point. I could do better classes than her. I would've walked out in the middle of it (some people actually did) if it wasn't for the poweryoga afterwards and thank god that was nice. I can feel my muscles growing, yay!

It's too bad I don't have classes tomorrow, I feel like I shouldn't waste a good evening... Maybe I should just get to bed early and try not to sleep until 3 in the afternoon again. But I don't want to sleep alone. I guess it's hormones. Damn them.