In order not to feel guilty about not going to class today I'm going to arrange all my notes and other papers while listening to Rufus Does Judy At Carnegie Hall. At least I'll finally know the amount of what I'll be studying in - eek - a little over a month? Or not even that? Ah, Self-discipline, I wish I knew you.

The thrill of the thought that might give thought to my plea casts a spell over me!
Yes, I am rhythmically moving along to this.

Sleep. I'm going to sleep. I'm going to read and then I'm going to sleep.
Amazing.

I'm going to copy this pm to here because I want to keep the memory.
Ha.





"Spanish evening was
haha
FUN
and not how I expected it to be. To say the least.

It aaaall started behind the bar.
It didn't actually, but the rest is boring. Although... we did play hide and seek in the dark corridors of the school. Now that is fun.
But then we had to work. I had to wash glasses and my friends Stefanie and Sylvia were erm.. 'bartenders', which meant free wine. Getting drunk at your school when loads of teachers are there is not a good idea though. I wasn't drunk, thank peanut, because I realised how stupid those two were to go sit with a bunch of teachers and start talking. Talking about a site we made like 4 years ago with silly poems and pictures and made up stories about the teachers. !!!!!!! My mind just went "!!!!!!!". Stefanie started telling all the stories and our theories about the maths teachers being drug dealers... It got even better when my Latin teacher came to join us. Stefanie: "I'm not in your class but you always wear white shirts through which your nipples are visible." !!!!! That was... oh my god. Hahaha. And then Sylvia wouldn't believe that he was a teacher in our school so he told her he was plulmber. It went like this:
Sylvia: "You don't teach here do you"
Latin: "Eeerrr... no?"
Sylvia: "What do you do then?"
Latin: "Toilets"
Sylvia: "Oooooooooooohh you're a PLUMBER" (she used the English word plumber, god knows why)
Latin: *laughs laughs laughs*

And we ended up
going to a pub
with my Latin teacher, his friend who taught at our school for a year too, his other friend who is a pilot/copilot/airplane technician, our Spanish teacher, some other teacher we don't have.

How strange is that.
We only stayed for about 10 minutes though because Sylvia had to go home and I didn't want to stay behind alone with all those adults In a way I think I should have stayed longer. But ah meh.
It was funny because we were in Latin man's car on our way to the pub and Sylvia's mum called her to say her dad would come pick her up in half an hour or something. And she tried to get permission to stay longer: "But we're in the kitchen now, we still have to clean everything up, I'm not going to have finished then *sound of car in the background* but but but then they'll have to do it alone! Let dad sleep a little longer..." Ha. But her mother wouldn't have any of it. Sylvia hung up and she said (we were in a car with three men nearing 30 and her and me) "Ugh. Do you have parents?!"

When we were walking back: "Haydé, you're lucky you don't have parents."
There was music in that pub.. I can't remember exactly what is was but it was hard rock/metalish. Nah not really metal. But just.. rather heavy. Not the sort of music I listen to really Not melodic enough aye. But my Latin teacher looked at me and said "That's the kind of music you listen to isn't it"
me: "Not.. really."
his friend that was my English teacher for a few months last year: "Nah, you're the kind of person that listens to baroque music"
Haha. He had a point though. If there's one period in classical music I like, it's baroque

Well well well
so far my erm.. Spanish? weird evening/night.
I really had fun. I needed it.
And next week there's this quiz at school. Should be fun too...

And Monday. Ahem. Monday is going to be so awkward.
I start with Latin on Monday Oh dear. Although I wasn't drunk so I don't have to be ashamed. Wheeee. But still.
And then Spanish. Hahahaha. Can't wait to see Stefanie and Sylvia walk into that class."

Yes.
I'm late.
I always am.

But missnuski.
She wrote everything down quite truthfully.
I might write something too. Although all the memories are slowly slipping away.

All I can say is
aaaaaaaaaaaahhh
it was aaaaaaaaaaaaahh.