So, the past week was as follows:
Tuesday; after waking up to intruders, and visiting the IO, I found out that they were indeed hired by the university but were in the wrong building. Fun.
Wednesday; classes as usual, evening hazy.
Thursday; two elderly ladies walk into my room and want to clean it up. Don't speak any English, fun again. Told them I wouldn't mind them cleaning up, as long as they didn't take away my things. They didn't understand. Went out with some friends and learned that I'm not good at girl-talk, but I'm an honorary member of the Australian Boyfriend Club. Honorary because I'm not Australian nor have a boyfriend.
Friday; classes again. Sheesh. Went out in Flogsta in the evening, had so-and-so fun, found out who my friends really are: had to cycle home half-drunk in the middle of the night, alone. Took some time considering it was only my second time in Flogsta and both times coming home I've been under the influence.
Saturday; hungry and hung-over. Stayed in aaall day watching Veronica Mars, season 1. God bless uni network. Decided not to drink at all in October.
Sunday; wanted to stay in all day, but thought it might be best to see the outside world every once and awhile. Went to dinner at an ABCer's flat. Had a nice time although noticed again that can't speak girl-talk. Cycled home in the middle of the night, took only 40 mins and was perfectly sober.
Monday; classes. Franctic homework-doing right before them. Who really expects us to do homework in the weekends when there's all these other interesting things to do? In the evening stayed in to watch Veronica Mars again, this time first half of season 2.
And today? Suspect I'm an addict, VM again. Did some of the homework though! And booked flights to spend a week at home in November. Watched the pilot episode for Stargate Atlantis and wondered if I had stepped into a Lordi music video.
Yay, what an exciting person I am.