this short week.
Today is Sunday (although this post will be published on Monday). are 5:30 pm and already dark.
As usual short (ahahahaha) account of the days.
Tuesday.
write the previous post, I go to the meeting of the Socialist students and we are 5 or 6. What we talk about then I propose to make a presentation on a topic for the next meeting, but insist rejection. Too much to study, maybe another time.
After the meeting, as usual, go to the Student Union Bar and Paddy's me Demariea. We drink and talk about politics ... I have to take the train to go home, have dinner and catch the last bus to go to Portstewart Anchor. But we continue to drink and catch a train .... should be 'I'll take another. Let's talk about women and Deamariea is angry like a hyena and I want to beat, Paddy laughs and says,
"You're in troubles now."
Paddy goes away and I lose a 'another train, I still have only the last and now annoys me to bring my pc in a pub so I have to go back. I still wonder why the fuck with Demariea is not at Anchor and tells me has no one to go.
"Come With Me." I tell her. We think and accept. Let's go to the station and I see the last train pull out in front .... fuck!
We decided to go directly to Portstewart in taxi but before I leave the computer in his living room on campus. Already drank 3 or 4 pints of beer, I had dinner and I will not. We arrive at 'Anchor and Anatole met Stella and Enzo. With them there is also a lovely girl (but a lot! No pussy, but very very cute) named Aisling. I speak with her. It 's really very intelligent, she likes Irish music. Let's talk about songs. She can speak Italian pretty well if you consider that he worked in Rome for only two months. E 'of Belfast, blonde and blue eyes .... I can ask for more? Then I remember that Enzo had to go out with an 'Irish and wonder if it's her.
It 's you.
I tell him to feel comfortable, I'll stay in my place and he said:
"What are you joking? Try it if you want me to care. "
I do not do it again twice and I get to talk to the sweet Aisling.
He tells me that will help me with my essay, and of course I get her phone number. (I think the only thing that will get but let me dream!)
All this time the two Philipp I fucked butt of consumer jokes mimicking the flight of a bee .
you say .... And Deamariea? where is it? It is attached to a group of Germans and Poles, and when I turn to look for is sleeping on the table in the pub. Sola. I approach and I do:
"Are you okay?"
answers:
"I'm drunk But I do not care."
I tell her to come with us but is so drunk that she can hardly walk ... the help. He is with us then when it is closing the pub towards the two she approaches the counter and says he wants another beer. The
say
"No. .. it's closing you can not drink beer .... Another you're drunk. "
She begins to scream.
"I want my fucking beer!"
I take the weight and carry it out, the load on the Enzo and greet taxi (she lives on campus).
Yes, good day Tuesday. A phone number and I drank 8 pints of beer on an empty stomach and I was not drunk very much!
Wednesday.
I have nothing to do then go to university at about three to recover the PC. Demariea call, see you and tells me he does not remember anything the night before, I'll tell you what he did ... shame a bit 'and apologizes ...
"Do not you worry Was funny." I answer.
not remember what I did later, so it was not important.
Thursday.
I go to class and try to study a bit'.... nada .... just jot down some ideas (in Italian) for my essay about literature.
send a message to Aisling to ask if it comes to Portrush and if it is with us tonight (Enzo Anatole and Stella) to eat Fish & Chips. He answered in Italian.
Some parts of the message I still obscure, but is committed to write and congratulate me for my English.
Here is the text that sent me, if someone can decode it, please discuss with the interpretations. Do not
worry, your English is perfecto! Not sure this up tonight, I go to My Friends voglianno quiz.Ma, thanks for the offer, maybe next week?
I take this opportunity and tell her that some see you next week for sure.
Spring Hill
Few people at first but then fills up, drink drink and drink, I speak with
Esteban. E 'drunk but we are talking about Bukowski and he loves it, then becomes my friend Amnesty & Bukowski. Spring
When we closed off the street and the police stop us. The road is blocked. There's a fire ... a pub is burning (intentional?). We ride along and go home. Andi is hungry, then I invite him to eat something at home and drink a beer. At the end of the kitchen at 3 am to Andi, and Nicolas Annlaure. We finish at 5 Annlaure with trying to kill us (me and Andi) with a kitchen knife to our sexist jokes. (God how much fun talking about women with Andi!)
Friday. I go to my fucking
literature seminar with an even more fucking headache. I try to work on my essay but nothing. I'm on the internet and smoke with Philipp is that instead of writing his essay of three thousand words. The slow down making him discover "5 minutes to kill yoursef. In the next cigarette break has started saying
"This afternoon two times I've killed myself." I understand that today
for further consideration. Meanwhile
with Alba decided to organize a small (note remember this word) dinner at home and then all go to the Maple Lodge "party kissing", which promises to be interesting.
Saturday.
I sleep 12 hours straight. Let's go shopping. Buy dumplings and bacon to make dumplings to Sardinia.
How many? Well we say that the dinner was a bit 'enlarged and became 20. Aisling can not be ... is in Belfast! Fuck! Remedy: writing "u have 2 try my cookery next week"
Alba has made a sort of pancake, Enzo took two pans of lasagna and I made 2 kg of pasta with a pound and a half between tomato and bacon.
My room is the smoking room and sometimes there found to be in ten to twelve to smoke. There is smoke everywhere ...
I do a little concert at home (or ask me to do it and no one can resist the "oooooh C'me ooon" Esteban), but we do not find songs in common, and nobody wants to sing ... We drink too much and
. All led to drink and we had bought. The next day (ie today) my room is black ash, beer cans and wine glasses. We go to parties with the last train. It's raining. we get wet.
The Feast of the kiss is a package.
Not that there are people, or something to drink, but kissing the party is weak. All with lipstick kiss on the forehead or cheeks, little girls too drunk (apart Angelique who never disappoints). Only a few dare any American lesbian kiss.
I'll fuck and drink. To mention only
Enzo who teaches at the inns of the girls who do not understand English and I translate.
Here's what they sang:
Osteria number two (paraponzi ponzi-bit)
my legs between your (paraponzi. ...)
your legs in my form and give it to me one thousand zozzerie
me blonde and give it to me biondaaa
There would be other pubs to mention but then you complain to the post too long.
I only note that the English were blondes.
We attach two English (to me and Enzo) with the intent to make us kiss ... for two hours did not merely say "kiss him" ... we tried to haggle like ... if I kiss him, then you kiss me ... a real kiss.
Nothing.
omit the part of the taxi driver sex maniac because I'm writing really too ...
I get home at 4 am Annalure invites me to drink a beer (which will become 4X440cl) in his room. At the end because I go in my lasagna and she is hungry. Eats lasagna and I ask if he wants a bit 'of chocolate, how nice Philipp. I open the packet of chocolate and I realize that they are shaped chocolate HEART. He sees my reaction and laughs. I swear. I never laughed so much in my life. We could not stop! We were still laughing an hour ... The evening went on the same subject .... Philipp is a flower and I'm the bee ... It ended with her (completely drunk) trying to throw my keys out the window because they did not want to reveal something that I said Andi French girls ... Let's finish on the hands when I try to snatch the keys from my hands .. .. just kidding .. but we are drunk. We watch the sun rise ... It is eight o'clock when she leaves ...
But I have to turn back the clock by one hour. So are the 7.
And today I enjoyed it. Well.
Sunday.
not do anything. I'm standing at 12 and are turned off. Clean the house and that helps me with Nicolas Alba meeting and told my night (she's gone before). Then I write this mash. Sorry, I really tried to be brief!
The only thing to remember, and I swear I will soon, is that Nicolas has breakfast at 2. With what?
About one liter of hot chocolate (no exaggeration), bread jam butter cookies .... so far nothing unusual. Until you see him buttering a slice of bread, put on a slice of ham ... and ... I swear if I had not seen not believe it ... Soak it all in chocolate!
I try to venture a criticism and says that his father eats pancakes with butter and diced ham COFFEE IN '!
suggest a campaign of civilization, the French ... go there with tanks and spacchiamogli ass!
Now, given the heavy pressure received greeting:
Carla (which is always the first to comment and instead consider that his thesis is to chat with me .... STUDYING!)
Federica me if I start again ... Calpurnia
which I hope will come to see me with Brotzu. Andrea
to be with me in Paris so I present Victory ... and you'll see the phrase "has an ass that speaks ...
Antonio with whom I share the kinship with Sister Solitude
And all that I forgot because I only slept 5 hours eccheccazzo!
Hello.
PS: Since I did not know who put photos ... I'll burst with envy. In the picture: I can see me every night. (It is 5 minutes from my house), the photo of Alba.