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Nov. 17th, 2011 04:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchy_merlin#Thatawkwardmoment...
...when you wake up still drunk
...and you have a presentation due in two hours
...which you haven't finished
#oops
#Thatawkwardmoment...
...when you go to class hungover
...and realize you got the highest mark on the exam, anyway
#fuckyeah
#Thatawkwardmoment...
...when that's not his hand
Last night, there was another themed ESN party at Drie Gezusters (nightclub). I abandoned work on my presentation (comparative analysis of a text and a painting from the Dutch Golden Age) to go, and for once, I'm glad I did. I drank too much, though. Still feeling it. But when there were a bunch of us (Adam, Hanna, Joanna, Mikey, Pavol and myself) dancing in a crowded corner, it was fun. There were some pretty neat costumes as well (the theme was "Childhood Heroes").
And then there was the part where I was drunk and Pavol was drunk and he pulled me against him (I mean, who am I kidding, I went willingly) and we were drunkenly dancing/grinding on the dance floor. and then I kept wondering in a really juvenile, Pavlovian manner, "hey, I wonder if we'll make out?", but obviosly nothing happened, except I kept dancing with him then getting scared because I don't know how to respond in these situations, or where to look or what to do with my hands or anything, so I kept running off... and then the song would change and I'd just groove back over like no problem and the whole thing would start again, and I just really don't understand people right now.
I also don't understand sentence structure or tmi. But that's the hangover talking. I need to go do work now, and then go to Zumba this evening... AND THEN BED OMG.
...when you wake up still drunk
...and you have a presentation due in two hours
...which you haven't finished
#oops
#Thatawkwardmoment...
...when you go to class hungover
...and realize you got the highest mark on the exam, anyway
#fuckyeah
#Thatawkwardmoment...
...when that's not his hand
Last night, there was another themed ESN party at Drie Gezusters (nightclub). I abandoned work on my presentation (comparative analysis of a text and a painting from the Dutch Golden Age) to go, and for once, I'm glad I did. I drank too much, though. Still feeling it. But when there were a bunch of us (Adam, Hanna, Joanna, Mikey, Pavol and myself) dancing in a crowded corner, it was fun. There were some pretty neat costumes as well (the theme was "Childhood Heroes").
And then there was the part where I was drunk and Pavol was drunk and he pulled me against him (I mean, who am I kidding, I went willingly) and we were drunkenly dancing/grinding on the dance floor. and then I kept wondering in a really juvenile, Pavlovian manner, "hey, I wonder if we'll make out?", but obviosly nothing happened, except I kept dancing with him then getting scared because I don't know how to respond in these situations, or where to look or what to do with my hands or anything, so I kept running off... and then the song would change and I'd just groove back over like no problem and the whole thing would start again, and I just really don't understand people right now.
I also don't understand sentence structure or tmi. But that's the hangover talking. I need to go do work now, and then go to Zumba this evening... AND THEN BED OMG.
