Times they are a changin'

I became convinced on Wednesday night (after consuming multiple pear ciders) that I could feel a change in the air, and things were going to stop being poopy (academic) and start looking up (After two weeks of imprisonment during exams, I had been feeling less than thrilled with life). My premonition was quickly confirmed Thursday morning (3:30 pm). While waiting in line at the grocery store. I noticed another student from Handels whom I had met several times, standing in front of me in line. Emboldened with my new enthusiasm for life, I eagerly said hello. After unbearable awkwardness brought on by the fact that said acquaintance had no idea who I was. I knew life was back to normal and you know what... it felt great!

That night I headed to Oseas' apartment. Drank some wine, ate some unbelievably delicious chips and determined I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeded kebab for my ride home. Sitting at my table at 1 am, eating kebab, while not wearing pants, and watching a show about gastric bypass surgery brought such inexplicable joy I couldn't contain myself but to leave multiple facebook videos on friend's (charlotte and erica's) walls, spreading my happiness. Waking up at 5 am... dying because as I learned from my Uppsala days, my stomach cannot handle food beyond midnight I couldn't help but smile. Balance truly had returned to my life.

Friday was Sarah's last night before leaving for Denmark for the Semester. I handled her departure as I handle all great tragedies in my life. By drinking myself into oblivion. Since my memory of the night is less than crystal clear I have decided to commemorate it as I always commemorate things of great importance...in Poetry.

An Ode to Friday Night

Bottle of Riesling Wine

Sooo devine

Raspberry vodka shot

Jenny was my compatri-ot

Vanilla vodka coke

no this is not a joke

sips of oseas' red wine

starting not to feel so fine

multiple shots of tequila

makes me really quite a......

yea thats about the point things got hazy in real life too. Now it is Sunday night, I am sitting in my apartment grieving Sarah's departure. I'm finding inhalation of chocolate at lightning speed seems to be doing the trick at numbing my sadness, and the fact that I am once again not wearing pants (just kidding... maybe) Now I must plan my visit to Copenhagen!! (without erica bahahaha)