So it’s that time of the year again. The time everybody is back in town, the time my life gets some continuity again, the time the consume of unhealthy stuff goes through the roof and the time broscience, football and girls are the center of every discussion aka the best time. University has officially opened it’s gates and lectures have started for everybody by now.
The vibes you get on a sunny autumn day in the historic center of the city are indescribable. I hate getting up early, but enjoying as much of the day as you can makes it worth it. Had a lecture in the morning, met up with a young lady afterwards drinking some coffee, started preparing the case for next weeks lecture. Went on to have lunch with some friends, and proceeded to smoke a J with 2 other lads in the park. Later on a little more studying in the library and then headed to the hookah bar, gotta make it count before they all get closed down when November comes knocking.
Anyway, this semester I’m attending a university volleyball course once again. I’m telling you this course is worth more than gold, it’s basically picking up girls on Milan difficulty (bites knuckles). 1. The number of ladies exceedes the guys by a large margin 2. Most of those are very decent to great looking 3. All the other guys are absolute dorks who couldn’t even talk to someone with a vagina if they were on cocaine (assuming they won’t get rushed to the hospital after suffering cardiac arrest before).
It’s basically a playground were you can do whatever the fuck you want. I mean, yes, you gotta be careful to not get exposed when kissing a girl and your tongue tastes like another chicks turd cutter. But who cares anyway? There aren’t any real consequences.
Will finish the day with getting high again and watching some cartoons before going to bed. Sometimes I wish every day was like that, on the other hand you learn appreciate those more.