08/12/2013
How My Weekends Pan Out
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Friday after work:
Sudden urge to get a life! Maybe I'll go to the movies? Oh, movies starts at eight and it's now six... Shopping will tide me over! I need a beret. What a coat! So beautiful.. So cheap! Yes. No. Yes! No. YES! I'll go for it. What a surprise, a beret that actually fits me of the shelf. Skip the movie out of money spending guilt, binge on GG at home. Eat fried fish fingers and onions on a bed of rice
Saturday:
Slept 12 hours. Wake up at 11 AM. Feel so good! Should do something, go out. There's a Finnish People Living in London Christmas Party tonight. Totally want to go there! I have no ticket. I'll ask the organizer to add me on the list! I'm on the list, so VIP. Aha, don't you know it! Clean my room. Landlord has a visitor, have to act hospitable. "Act normal!" fail miserably. Apparently I'm way too mature for my age. This sucks. Shit, I'm late for the party! Makeup, clothing (the cheap black dress that looks divine but was bought from Halpahalli) and I'm off. Watch Youtube videos on bus. Used up my monthly internet allowance (shit), arrive. Top up Oyster card for smooth return trip/Monday. Can't find the entrance, feel morbidly out of place. Get in, crowded with strangers talking Finnish. MY PEOPLE! Start talking to two nice girls (Lotta and Sanna). Spend the evening with them and trying to make eye contact with a very pretty blond guy (I think he wasn't into my short hair...). Get home at 1 AM, moderately drunk.
Sunday:
Slept 12 hours. Wake up at 1 PM. Feel so good! Should do something, go out. Maybe not, want to just stay in. Eat porridge, as always. Hmm, maybe I should go explore Dulwich. THE SUN IS SETTING! Run to the park. Take picture using weird settings. Come home, watch TED. Landlord is making Sunday Roast. How very English.
I hope this shed some light on the intimate workings of my solitary mind. How do you spend your weekend?
Friday after work:
Sudden urge to get a life! Maybe I'll go to the movies? Oh, movies starts at eight and it's now six... Shopping will tide me over! I need a beret. What a coat! So beautiful.. So cheap! Yes. No. Yes! No. YES! I'll go for it. What a surprise, a beret that actually fits me of the shelf. Skip the movie out of money spending guilt, binge on GG at home. Eat fried fish fingers and onions on a bed of rice
Saturday:
Slept 12 hours. Wake up at 11 AM. Feel so good! Should do something, go out. There's a Finnish People Living in London Christmas Party tonight. Totally want to go there! I have no ticket. I'll ask the organizer to add me on the list! I'm on the list, so VIP. Aha, don't you know it! Clean my room. Landlord has a visitor, have to act hospitable. "Act normal!" fail miserably. Apparently I'm way too mature for my age. This sucks. Shit, I'm late for the party! Makeup, clothing (the cheap black dress that looks divine but was bought from Halpahalli) and I'm off. Watch Youtube videos on bus. Used up my monthly internet allowance (shit), arrive. Top up Oyster card for smooth return trip/Monday. Can't find the entrance, feel morbidly out of place. Get in, crowded with strangers talking Finnish. MY PEOPLE! Start talking to two nice girls (Lotta and Sanna). Spend the evening with them and trying to make eye contact with a very pretty blond guy (I think he wasn't into my short hair...). Get home at 1 AM, moderately drunk.
Sunday:
Slept 12 hours. Wake up at 1 PM. Feel so good! Should do something, go out. Maybe not, want to just stay in. Eat porridge, as always. Hmm, maybe I should go explore Dulwich. THE SUN IS SETTING! Run to the park. Take picture using weird settings. Come home, watch TED. Landlord is making Sunday Roast. How very English.
I hope this shed some light on the intimate workings of my solitary mind. How do you spend your weekend?
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