I'm still here at Sophus Bugge, trying to write. I don't have much left, but I really want to finish it before the week-end. By now I have loads of stuff to write, it's just that I really, really need to go and do a number two. But as there are no private toilets in this place, I daren't. I'll just have to hold it in and try and concentrate. Not at all as easy as it sounds, as it feels as though my behind could explode any minute. I wish I had Carine's strength, she can crap anytime, anywhere.
Met up with Jeanette last night, it was nice. Haven't seen her in a while, as she's attending LIPA in UK now. She gave me a carton of cigarettes as a birthday present, gotta love that!
Meeting Pia next week, as she's home from Sweden. Why does everyone have to come home at the same time, and while I don't even have time to go to the toilet before I leave for school in the mornings?! If I fail to do my essays and therefore fail my exams, it'll be all their falut. They obviously don't get the whole University-thing, where one actually has to pass on ones exams, something that requires some effort...
Ah, complaining, complaining. Maybe you should keep writing instead of putting all the blame on your friends, huh?
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