THANK YOU TRESS :) (..or whoever gave my my journal)
Ok, the journals I like most have the perfect mix of text and pictures.
So thats what I'm gonna try to do.
On monday I wrote my last of the three final examens we have in school in
germany. It was math and I did not understand at all how the hell they
wanted me to do most stuff.
But math is the least important one I have and I think I did alright on the
other two (English and Philosophy)
Today is the first day since monday on which I'm not absolutely wasted
by noon.
And on the coming monday I will have to go back to school for two weeks
before I have another two weeks of vacation.
(YES we do still haver half a year of school even if the finals are written
- and we dont get the results till may)
Right now my class is arguing about what our slogan is gonna be. When you
have finished school in Germany, you get the so-called 'Abitur'
or 'Abi'.
So my suggestion was 'Abi macht frei' - on the concentration
camps it used to say 'Arbeit macht frei':
Well, thursday was the day everybody was finished, and some people from my
class rented a club for that night on the 'Kiez', Germanys most
famous red-light district which is right around the corner from where I
live. 3 Minutes by foot actually:
First we went out to dinner with 9 of my rather good friends because it was
the birthday of one of them. Then we made a tour to 6 different bars which
finally ended at the party with the rented room.
That was the best party of my life.
I made out with like 4 different girls and it ended with a threesome (which
was my first threesome ever!).
It was perfect also because because I was really drunk at first but at the
end I had a clear head again because I had stopped myself from drinking
after smoking a joint with some potheads outside. Anything else would have
led to puking my guts out and ruining everything.
I will show you the pictures as soon as I get a hold of the people who had
cameras at the party, I swear!
Yesterday I went to the gym to work out, but there were like 25
'Afro-Germans' blocking all the weight-liftig equipment.
When I finally got to the bench where I wanted to work out I saw this
female bodybuilder, and I lost all my energy and felt sick.
All I could do was go home.
Unrelated Pics to make you forget the picture above (unless you liked it,
this is b0g afterall):
and get prepared for the pics from the party! I will have them ready soon
posted by haze on Saturday 18th February 2006, 07:40:49
my first journal entry <3
