With snow on the ground and the crisp beats from some trap and bass in the air, it must be the last sixth of winter. And what a tumultuous winter it has been in the small, picturesque, avant-garde village that is Tietgen. With all its internal happenings; including a smashing going away fest thrown by the dearly departing Peta from 16.4 With pictures to be attached in the annex of the shenanigans.
I've also commenced my tertiary education for this, the second semester. While that sounds like wall licking excitement, its actually rather mundane and somewhat now a SOP (standard operating procedure). Everyone past the 2 year point in their degree will concur, I'm sure. The courses are individually different however, with Terrorism, Finance and Environmental politics included in my curriculum for the next 4 months. It has, so far, proved rather in-depth and intriguing.
With the new influx of exchange students comes the usual parties, adapting and general mucking around. Its harder to associate with these student as i did with my own group, as I've done most of the kitschy touristy things already and am much more concerned with mature things, like: fine dining, classical opera, writing contemporary poetry and grinding my booty so hard I drop panties and permeate sex appeal.
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| Twerkin' it brahhh |
Just to update, the next 3 weeks include, in order of importance, Tour de chambre, Tour de bloc, Semester starts fest, rugby training in the bleak Danish air, not dying under a barbell, consuming my weight in Ritter sport, making at least 1 new friend i can cherish for their unshakable faith in antidisestablishmentarianism and wearing shorts in the snow to school to learn and expand my easily influenced mind tank.
Out like a girl scout loyal readers x
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| Tak for den fest, Peta the pumpkin eater. |
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| Party time, right Meow. |
