I hold quite a firm belief few people actually like parties. Unbearably loud music, the heat and smell of 300 people sweating and rubbing their bodies against each other, drunk teenagers.
Nobody could like that. And nobody does. Everybody needs alcohol to enjoy themselves. If you only enjoy something in a drunk state of mind, do you truly enjoy it? I like looking at street lights when I'm a little tipsy but it's not something I would consider fun.
I guess people who actually like the horrible music already have it a lot easier than me. It's all the same thing too. I think I'll start counting the recycled beats tonight.
Nobody likes going yet we go en masse. I have no idea why I'm going. Peer pressure? Not really. I've already missed a million parties this year alone. Perhaps I want to give it another chance.
I wish I had more good friends in this godforsaken town. I have enough good friends. Unfortunately they live too far away. A couple of months and I'll be leaving this town, off to college. At last.
Leaving for Austria again for a week. Finally! I also bought my own snowboard and all necessary gear this time too. Not having to rely on borrowed gear will be awesome!
This will be loads of fun again like every year. :)
I really need this week too. This is just in time because school is driving me insane and spending a week with friends I haven't seen in too long will be a welcome change to the daily routine of frustration.
The Scape lounge and the people who think Sal's is 4chan. Because a joke is funnier if you repeat it a hundred times with merely a slight variation.
WHY. I remember the good old days when I got 3 warns for spamming. Ah the good old days. Just minor stuff too, like the occasional "This is stupid." reply to a stupid thread.
When sister is home, my bathroom looks like this:
Oh and that's after she cleaned up a bit. Still, practically no space anymore to put anything at all.
After she left back to Berlin:
By the way, most of the stuff in the top left corner isn't mine, if you were wondering why a guy would need so many (hair) products.
This happens to me every time. I attempt to find a good day to have a "semi-date" with a super hot girl that lives really fudgeing far away, then something stupid comes inbetween.
It'll probably be more than a month before I can see her again.
Anyway, today was a good day.
I hate waking up from a nice dream.
But Thursday, man. Thursday has to be great.
I also recently noticed I'm far too introverted, sometimes. I just absolutely suck at small talk. Mr Fang, give me tips!
Also, from now on, every blog entry is going to be an Iron Maiden song. Because go to hell.
But since you guys don't give a shizzle, I'm not gonna post pictures from my trip to Austria. All I'm gonna say is that is was NICE.
One thing kinda sucked, only Belgians. Everywhere. Because apparently we're the only ones with holidays. But we met 2 super hot girls with the sexiest accent I've ever heard, so everything is rainbows and sunshine.
Welcome to my "new" blog.
That basically just means I deleted all old entries. So many memories flashing by as I click "Delete" continuously.
But I'm all symbolic and shizzle so this is like a new start for me or something like that. Yeah.