easter well spent

tl;dr --------------------------> vitun vittu.

thursday: go visit a friend @ local pub, help the staff with some tables ---> receive bear. invite some friends to a summer cottage. destroy 10000000 cans of bear. smoke some shit. and eat pig's heart. hit sauna. finish the night sitting outside watching a camp fire with a long-time friend. do not shed a tear cos it'd be gay.

friday: wake up and dont remember shit about morning. start drinking bear asap. somehow end up visiting home, go to bed for a while BUT dont sleep, drink bear in bed. later hit the bear garden with friends. end up to a night club and meet a girl from your class. fuck up your chances on her eventho she jumps on your lap as soon as she sees you. drink tequila. leave the club before you puke. dont drink too early so that you'll be drunk enough to hit the deck on your way home. get some bruises on places you never thought to be possible.

saturday: start drinking bear on bed as soon as you wake up. dont eat anything. forget hitting the footie field and pack your towel, some sauna'ing coming up with your football team, only noobs prac anyway xD stay in sauna long enough to miss the lift to club. drink bear alone for some hours. call atleast 20 numbers on your phone you'd never call sober. people return from club after the "lights out" or w/e it is. everyone else goes to sleep but you continue.

sunday: you get woken up and you start drinking bear. your friends mom and his "boy"friend show up. you're just finishing the second can of liquid gold and the booze flowing in your vains ignites. embarass yourself. get home and keep on drinking bear. what the fuck - you're feeling a little sore?! you cant eat nothing but ice cream.finally the long-waited call comes and you get a lift to bear garden. meet some good friends you dont see too often, start drinking shots with them. get a lift to club. lose your friends, change club. get a call from a sober friend (girl). be completely fucked up when the girl and her beuatiful redhead friend meet you. at this point you understand that these 2 wont be calling you ever again since you act like a fucking retarded creep. at some point ruin their evening asking them to give you a lift home.

monday: wake up! now here comes the killer, your boss calls you! "meet me at my place at 6.30"! oh fuck. you cant fix the hangover with bears, you wouldnt be able to stop in time. you gotta drive tomorrow! pull dick five times cos you've fucked the two chances you had the weekend. feel sorry for yourself. take a look around your room. +20 bear cans next to bed. half-eaten cheeseburger, rotten apple, some cups of coffee. you dont feel too hungry now. actually you start feeling shit. your guts have been cut into small pieces and your brain is full of fuck. during the day eat 2.5 cheeseburgers and a little sundae (McD!). puke. puke. puke FOR FUCKS SAKE. Oh wait, you cant!? you know the pain woud go away if you refreshed your insides but your body pays you back now. play some ET during the evening, well... this aint a top3-hangover but you are afraid of dying!

thats not it. tuesday: 24.00

you start feeling worse and worse. you cant even drink anything. your guts dont back you up allowing you to puke. fuck this shit. you breath deep but you just cant get enough of O2. you're that you're going to die. watch some action movies skipping the boring parts, no point trying to sleep. fuck it, ofc you gotta try. you start sleeping around 4. you wake up every 10 minutes cos you're sweatting your soul out. you see the strangest dream. you meet all the monsters of Mordor and there aint no hero to save you. you're afraid you might not die!!!!!!!!!!! finally you get to sleep more than 10. in the morning you're at McDonalds with some of your flatmates friends, boss calls you the shift has been cancelled because some other guy couldnt come. finally good news, you could spent the whole tuesday in your bed, healing yourself.... if only it wasnt a dream - but ofc it is. you wake up at 6, having slept one hour total, in small pieces. the sun is shining already, it's gonna be a hot day. fuck. you get to your car and try to open the door on remote-thingie. the bugger wont open and you end up opening it manually. you enter the key to ignition switch only to realize that the fucking Citroen shit aint gonna start. the battery has died within the last four days! WOHOO! call your boss, he'll surely be happy to hear that he has to pick you up :))) luckily you get to work alone during the whole day since boss is doing other stuff I cant be arsed to explain now. you still cant drink or eat and you're coughing your lungs out for being outdoors too much and smoking too much >.>
your power level dont quite reach the magical limit of 9001 and you spend the day carrying rocks (10-15kg each, ok that's no big but you feel like you're the weakest man on the Earth) from place A to place B only to hear that you wouldnt have had to do it at all, a simple missunderstanging! :D you've managed to eat one little sandwich and a small ice cream during the day, you've hardly drank anything but bear for the last 5 days and the sun is melting your brain.

this is when you leave home and write an F M L- journal.

soz for no pics nor anything else