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typical day, Kubrick Latin lover and party ....




The following week has gone by pretty smoothly ...
Monday and Tuesday, as usual, we had Matt and I do a real full immersion of work ...
My work days are fairly standard: an alarm clock that wakes you up at 8, that I wake up at 9, breakfast on the fly for cursing the delay (I made a deal with Matt: Whenever I am late, I pay a beer. .. I guess it's in my ass ...!!), casual clothes (even happen sooner or later going on to university with pajama pants ...), 6 of 6 floors ... I say lift. .. then got on the bike problems begin ...
My university is in fact just 5 km from my noble residence, km, clearly, are all uphill ....
I decided that I will enroll at the next tour of Italy ... the training is, as Every morning I have to take the step of Mortirolo with the laptop on his shoulders ...
9.30 (seee maybe ...)... tending to 10, if not worse, arrival at the University ...
So, there are two ways to start the morning: the first provides a aveglia quiet, comfortable and breakfast road down to the university with the wind pushes you, the second way is the alarm will not crap, the resulting late, made breakfast "in volleys, the cobblestone streets uphill against the wind and a sweat by the Guinness Book of Records ...
Needless to say which is the prototype of my waking ... Arrival at the University
then sweating like a monkey nellla mating season, ready then to start the day ...
The procedure now includes: Please put your jacket, take off the sweatshirt, open the bag, remove the PC, open the computer, turn on the PC, wait until the computer is started, go to facebook. Total time: 20 minutes.
After these initial efforts, I and my "cumpà" We usually need a break to rest our weary limbs UNPO ... Now we have reached a level of synchronization that do not even need to talk anymore: a look of understanding and the appointment is set before the holy Swiss espresso machine in the kitchen ... May God bless you ...! Total
"fick pause" varies according to the things that we should tell people that incntrano and, above all, by the fact that the machine works or not the first time ... A typical day
then proceeds with an intense session of up to Laor last for an hour (I know, are figures that make your head spin ...) and then ... everyone pranzoooo! Usually we book two seats for u always popular local restaurant, the restaurant "by Matthew and members" of Delphi, specialty pasta.
After lunch (time: 2 Oretta ...), we head back to the centrum and GIS, at this point as a good recursive algorithm (loser here is the engineer that emerges ...) begins the morning of the procedure. ..
the evening around 6 and a half, all in the gym to sculpt our muscoletti poor children and afford a little in peace with their conscience ...
After the gym the evening can take different paths depending on the type of events or evenings that you have ... the only thing here is that it is forbidden to go to bed ...
Legend has it that to go to bed is necessary to present valid medical certificate or to request written on stamped paper with at least 15 days in advance. The main event
cool (not to say ....) ass .... I think the whole week was definitely the "Rubik's Party, whose party had originally intended to ensure that those participants present all dressed in different colors and then arrive at the end of the evening, thanks to trade clothes with other participants, to wear clothes all the same color ...
And these were the original intention ...
In reality many people if they have "tossed bales" of everything ... so, rather than a Rubik's party, seemed to be a sort of gay pride ... guys who were trying to exchange clothes with the girls present (the only ones who have joined en masse to this thing ...) to get a "good, Mona!" once you reach the goal ...
I said maybe gay pride? EEEEEEEEEEEEEh then I have to tell a story that I have not had a chance to see live (but maybe it was better that way) because of public relations that I was entertaining.
The incident happened at about 2:30 am in the hall where the feast was being held offending when Matthew, who was unaware of what was happening, he was partying with the group of English Delphi with which we usually find. The legend tells of how a sweet sweet little chap has tried to seduce the victim with a pass worthy of the best Latin lover of the province gets a stiff "but go to hell!" In response to the laughter and the activation of these Spaniards, who are waiting to take the piss out of someone ... From
quel'episodio are now past 2 weeks ... and still paying the consequences of what Matthew is happy with the Hispanic ...
It is just a "negative" of the evening, or rather the day after, was the letter (now wait after each party) 's International Housing Office, with which these nice break-balls have rebuked the owners of the hall and told to do more festivals ... a "who cares" I want to put? Result: parties organized and carried out the same ... to your facciazza !!!!!!
At the end of the festival (late for me since they were 5 in the morning and the hallway was still full of people ...) post-party at the house used to put them: you know, with a nice plate of pasta with gorgonzola, the day begins more ...
Arrival in the kitchen of Matthew (the same as the previous video) when it is all with his mouth full ...
now known a Matteo strangely depressed and eyes red from nervous, which I initially did worry not yet aware of what I came ...
not just learned of the crime advances the Busoni (something that happened after 2.5 picoseconds, as Alfonso, English spread news faster than the 13:00 o'clock news, can not wait to tell everything in detail ...) I clearly struggling to join the collective ass, just to loosen (mmmm bad word in this case ...) the voltage ...
At 7.30 am, local time of the meridian, I decide it's time for me to go home ...
approximate outside temperature: -10 degrees ... what about ...

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Wilde hudge International Party, & the rest Cacetti-PART TWO-

WHIP ... before talking about the party, asolutamente is necessary to consider the wind there is here in Sweden ...
This reflection is dictated by the fact that I believe that nowhere else in the world there is a kind of wind like this, that follows your position against you for ever ... In a month now
erasmus I never had the wind for once, except when I was walking ... you'll understand ...
This little digression is needed to understand why even in the short distance that it appeared from Delphi to the place where they kept the feast, I and all the Venetian (Venetian ONLY ...) present smadonnare we had quite a bit, with supporting sentences such as "It's just a simple exclamation!" all our colorful expression ....
The festival is held in a former barn, this place very nice and spacious, it was not for all these kind people who had decided to remind everyone of the origin and function in the past where we had the place, recreating the sound of a silent but fetid farts the bucolic atmosphere that you can breathe, indeed, in a stable ... Other
parentheses ...
in Italy or at least in my part, when you fart, unless it is in some place of work (where concealment is a must ...) is very important to make as much noise as possible, then declaring the paternity of gas evacuated ... Here in Sweden the other hand, this rule no longer applies ...
So we often find ourselves dancing at some party or some pre-party wrapped in a smells like shit life worthy of the best alpine Trentino ...
Upon entering, we are still overwhelmed by the party ... just a visibly altered Alessio (blood tests showed traces of blood in alcohol ...) tells me muttering the following sentence "Mark, ghe xe and tequila to 20 kronor ( 2 euros), festaaaaaaaaa !!!"...
From that moment I realized that I was the party of the year ...
As soon as you hear the key words "tequila 2 €" Matthew's eyes began to shine and a tear streaked her face has moved ...
well .... and that was the last time I saw Matthew healthy that night ......... but we'll talk about later in this post ...
Now I headed to the bar to actually see the stuff that will not cost anything ...
Clearly the bar I could not find them ... Oscar and Dominik half an hour and already the fifteenth and sixteenth respectively beer ...
When I see them, greet me in unison with a "Meeeeeeeeeeercoooooooooo !!!!!" (Their way of saying "Mark") and tell me a bit like the party is running them and how much shit they're doing ...
Suddenly we hear the screams and noises at ... THE SPANISH AND CLAN 'ARRIVED ... now the real party can begin ...!!!!!!!!
seemed that all the people that I, Matthew (who was still missing) and Gio (who, after drinking a beer had a pine cone him all over ... lucky him!) we knew, we were given an appointment in that place ... a delusion ...!!!! Now I
and "the gang of Klostergarden" we head towards the runway, just to get into the heart of the festival ... Li
meet Anna, FAAR and all the rest of southern-Canadian-Americans, with whom he began to jump, sing and be 'ste fucking farts that inevitably made us change position every 5 minutes in the room ...
We drifted from the heat until morning, when we are screwed (not in that way, unfortunately) out of the room ... it's late, it closes!
Shortly before the end of everything I'm intrigued ... knock on the shoulder and scared me a little face and I see the utter emptiness ... it took me a while to understand that this was not actually the true "absolute emptiness", but the eyes of Matthew, who, with a dazed smile, says: "ahahahahaah! ! Marco, I know imbriago! Via !!!"... remain party to cry with laughter for a few seconds, then I turn back and continue to do what I was doing.
After the party, as if all the work I had done that day was not enough, I had to take home with Rosie, a nice Finnish girl, who started talking about leaving the room, and stopped when I collapsed exhausted and unconscious at the door of my students ... Matthew
meanwhile, had returned to its students with the Spaniards in his heart ... he thought his day was ready-ended ... but ... never say never, WITH THE SPANISH GUYS! (Read in English to find the similarity ...).
Indeed, what better way to make a hearty breakfast at 6 am with bread ham and other types of sauces and meats (the latte was abolished by an appropriate order ...)?? Here ... watch the video of Carlos who does mona to believe ...
But it was during breakfast that Matthew tells me that he saw one of the few times Min, Chinese in China, which, like any good Asian, had his nose put out throughout the day and got up at 6 am. .. OF DOMENICAAAAAAAAA !!!!!! Clearly taking the piss is taken of course ...

unearthed in the morning ... at 3 in the afternoon ... that is ready to dive into the championship game of the series! Access! Unfortunately, learned that Inter played a match is postponed, I "touched" lie down again ...
the evening program included a "magnada Veneto-Friuli" in that of spoletorp, a student in the city center.
The plan was that each would bring something Venetian ... 11 people ... Needless to say, what I brought: 12 beers, beans, onions and potatoes ... you think that the Swedes are the only to be able to fart ?????
The result was one of the best to eat when I'm here Lund ... As a
magnada Venetian, the soundtrack could not be that the video of flies and "piss", sporadically interspersed with commentary from Inter-Catania in Swedish ... comment that this appears to be still far better than mother's rai Italian ...
The evening was supposed to conclude with games with the French upstairs games that were to drink a barrel with a funnel liters of beer ...
However, we now exhausted from the tour-de-force of the previous days, we reluctantly had to abdicate ...

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Wilde hudge International Party, & the rest Cacetti-PART ONE-

After receiving threatening messages about a dozen, I decided to take advantage of these minutes that separate me from my indoor football match of the weekend to write what happened during other weeks of paradise ...
Last Saturday I was one of the most tiring days of my life .......
It starts (as expected) with alarm in the morning with a broken leg, wondering why you have chosen to get hurt by subscribing to the gym ... then day spent in bed ...
passed in bed ?!?!?!? But that joke?
God, in the ideal world, the right solution "as a Christian" would have to be to spend the day but quiet, seeing that I'm a prick in the real world, my relaxing day included the following activities: shopping, dining quick sprint to the Victoria Stadium for a game of football, back home, quick dinner, pre-birthday party at Delphi to Serena (Italian girl known here) and, last but not least, party WHIP (WHIP = Wilde hudge International Party) ..... international party (no Swedish people allowed) strongly felt in these parts: the tickets were burned in a few days ... So far one could say "and oh well, it's just a game of football and 2 parties !!!", this argument absolutely right, if not taken into account the fact that the places where these activities took place were located 7 km uphill from my royal residence (which among other things, I still have to clean 'nce. ..).
realize that in a day, legs shouting revenge, I did road is 4 times 4 ....
Apart from the hysterical cries of fag in another context, I must say that Saturday was truly a day with a "g" capitalized.
In the game of football I alternated flashes of pure class (for example, when I went to get me a shower ..), with simulations of various kinds in order to catch his breath my heroes (with the "p" tiny, for heaven's sake!) , simulations that trigger the hilarity of my opponents (mostly Scottish and French), who saw in my "Ciack" theater, the typical way of playing an Italian player ...
Ready, go! 2-0 for my dream-team ....
legs turned right, dribbling and shooting were my team of every player and Matthew (her goals in the opening) an undeniable phenomenon. At the end of the game, having given everything in the field, however, the board signaled a beautiful 5 on the number of goals scored by a result ... we phenomena worthy of consideration and respect ....
Now, the fact that our opponents have made 10 of its goals, it would be discussed calmly addressing the issue in depth and in detail, the Biscardi so to speak ... but, since the blog is mine, I say that had ass and cut your head off the bull ...!!
As a sign of civilization, our opponents have been limited to take your ass to the bitter end, even today after a week, when we meet at parties, magically jump off the memories of the carnage ...
However, as soon formulate the following question: "Do You Remember What Happened on the summer of two years ago?" Put an end to all talk ........
On the other hand, we know ... the world champions are still us ...!!
After the beating, going home with broken bones and morale apart (we all wept bitter tears for our defeat ...), this feeling that has lasted from the field en route to the showers ...: c ' was a party to go and we (especially me), needless to say, we were late ...!!
After a frugal supper (2 hg of pasta, two sandwiches, two steaks, two glasses of water two bananas and eat with your mouth and not with other parts of my body) I and the "gang of Klostergarden" We spent a lot of time to decide to leave ...: just the idea of \u200b\u200bre-addressing the Mortirolo Pass , we were struck with fainting and vomiting ....
Once decided, put on the "bike" (it's a bit 'a stretch ...) we arrived at the site of the birthday, a prelude to the international banner.
Birthday .... fantastic sangria and other mash welcomed us in an atmosphere of total student spirit ...
It has been for these "soft drink", that suddenly I had a hallucination .... turned my gaze, I saw a piece of cake to fly ........ soon realized that not it was really a hallucination, I took possession of my mental faculties (sounds strange, coming from me ...) and only at that moment I realized being in the middle of a war of cakes ...
than happy!
At this festival, I also mentioned the advantage of not living in a place with shared kitchen ... The
Naples these days Snorter was a two-handed in that kitchen ... and the war of cakes has contributed significantly to give the coup de grace ... After a couple of
Oretta goliardia past this, we moved to the WHIP! ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

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After a week I am worthy of a little something new to write ...
Not that there's a lot to say this week: Things here have begun to proceed with some regularity, and events that created a stir the first two weeks, have now become normal ...
This weekend has gone to great Saturday night party as usual Östgöta the Nation, the nation Saturday night, which offered food for thought for all scholars of bioengineering ...
What interests me is to understand what strange because here in sweden there is a number so high compared to girls models ... would be interesting to study their genes and to understand what is being assigned this fact and dissemination of knowledge worldwide to increase significantly the quality of life for us boys ...
(For the record, it is also necessary to mention those poor things are not that nice tip for the dick, and then here are some figure in Italy ... so maybe some small hope of being crap there would also smear also ... but here ...!!!!)
Back to us ... all'Ostgota Saturday night was one of the most classic of "bloody nose", a prelude to a peaceful weekend (this time without an alarm system -fire), cheered by a sensational discovery that allowed me to see the matches of the Italian championship in the comfort of my room ... really exciting!
up early Monday to start writing a little something (amazing, but sometimes a little, Laura must one also here), for his friend Lars (my advisor), lunch from Teo in that Delphi and afternoon and evening passed with easy ragazzuoli slang (Australian-Canadian).
Tuesday, I must admit, I felt a little homesick: Fat Tuesday is here and the pancakes do not even the shadow ...
After the bitter tear, are reached by a story that gives me a smile: "Carnival Party In Our corridor tonight !!!". COOOOOOOOOSA ????!!! Feast Carnival ??!!!
Just the sort of news that lifts you to a day !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
spend the day between the University and Delphi, unleashing here and polished my broken English, and in the evening return home confident, aggressive and ready for the party and, above all, ready to wake up at 7 the next morning, alarm clock needed to be at 8:30 by my friend Lars.
got home, have dinner with Gio, and Alissa Martin (Marten reads) French nice and friendly, you talk a little bit of everything, laughing and joking ...
After dinner you go down to my plan ... because the party has already started !!!!!!!!!!!! Now I run to get on in my dress ...
All were dressed in an extravagant: from Indian, cowboy and cow-girls (mother blood ...!!!!!), still others are simply humbled ...
Here, I could be included in caregoria of those who are simply humiliated ... because my dress carnival this year was essentially a bathrobe and slippers for shower ...
Needless to say ... I have created a stir! But fortunately, Charles, my neighbor's room as well as organizer of the festival, had the idea of \u200b\u200bthe year ...
He goes right conferred the award for best costume for the carnival 2008. The dress was in a suit with clerical ........... well ... you see the photos !!!!!
The evening slipped away quickly and enjoyably, and waking up the next day gave me ample food for thought on Report for Human-read that often stops a little too early ...
After meeting with Lars, step on to get familiar with my pillow, ready to dive in the evening for another night ...
Actually, one thing during the day I did: I entered a nation!! At the time of the mouse of the secretariat had the courage to ask: "Would you work with us to the nation sometime?" Standard application that provides a "go to hell!" as an answer ... at the moment, however, another question had arisen spontaneously me: "You are paid?".
As soon as I found out that the payment of an evening of work consisted of free beers and free entry to the nation for the entire semester, I must admit that the temptation to say "I am yours!" was strong ....
However, consistent with my mind fancazzista, I politely declined the invitation by simply changing the subject and trying to distract and confuse at the same time to my interlocutor. The evening
nation to which I now do part (that are cool ...) It went pretty well ... in the queue know a guy originally from Morocco, who after 10 minutes of conversation with an Englishman whose perfection had the embarrassing, it makes me understand that he made a figure of shit at the moment when I try to show him that I know a few words of Arabic ...
The figure of shit is not so much that the words that I said were not right and from the fact that Morocco! = Saudi ... or better yet ... to put it mildly, is not that between inhabitants of North Africa (which also live in many traffic lights in Italy) and the Arabs own good blood flow ... Archived
shape with a fat laugh, we let the night take its course, as always joyful and full of moments of fun ...
Thursday is my day X.
As I promised many times in these first three weeks both myself and to others, I joined the gym ...!!!!!!!!! Here is
it can join the gym for the modest sum of 77 € for the whole semester ... more than a price ... it is an invitation!
omit the description of the people in the gym, just to avoid the presence of Italians in Lund explodes (you know, pull a hair more pussy than a bullock cart ...). Step
then to describe the next few hours ... In
evening decided to go to Lunds Nation, one of the nation's largest lund, which in this case, however, has not offered a party worthy of expectations ... is that my fatigue had already passed the danger levels. ..
In any case, I have to scream to the world that we Italians are the idiot also Italy in the evening when you go to the disco ...
The average Italian, in fact, used to go to the dance hall, his best clothes ...
Here in Sweden instead (then people ask why the girls here looking for foreigners peas ...) should be dressed in fancy dress disco ...
Thursday night I saw the order: a dress with a hood with bear ears, two dressed as footballers in Brazil with his face painted black, two in ballerina tutu with the shoes ....
I am speechless ....
In any case, I spent my evening in spite of this intellectual environment, that evening, I must say, it is found to be a pleasant one ...

I leave you now with a thought: I get the news Italy made me realize that I will be a year of "Italians abroad" that the government determined the last election ...
GHE .............!!!!!!!!!!! EMOTION

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false alarms, Malmoe and Helsingborg ... ... everything else is boring!


Here ...
To those who ask me why I have not written anything on the blog Codest say "fuck Ecchè mica ... I can always write !!!".
The truth is that here in Lund on Sunday and in the early days of the week, people (except me and a handful of other desperate ...) resting after a hard night of the week ...
why, not having much to write, I decided to wait a few days ... The problem
is that old age advances ... so some of the things I've done definitely have forgotten me ...
proceed with some order:
On Sunday our dear Brush decided to listen to the physicist who persistently asked him to rest at least for more than three hours ...
My day began in the early afternoon ... then when, not having anything to dream, I decided to get out of bed ...
The sun was (surprisingly) high in the sky and the birds (if any bars will be immediately cut short ...) sang for some time ... in short, a wonderful day!
I decided to eat something and go for a ride around the city ... a really good plan! I went immediately upstairs to have lunch with a bit of "country" ...
The menu included the following things: pasta only for me (I am an insatiable ...), steak and peas (again, if someone makes a joke, it's a mona!). After I
scofanato with the tranquility of the best times of my pot of pasta, we immediately began to prepare the steaks in the kitchen ...
New recipe "Bolognese" (who knows who will have the Proposed ...) for steaks: breaded with flour, "so why are more good !!!!".
And so, the second cooking steaks Of this, we were (verb never guessed he was so ...) interrupted by a strange sound ... like the insistent ringing of an old phone, but with the volume much higher ... The fire alarm ...!!!!!
Note for the future: Make sure that the fan has not fallen off before cooking steaks ...
I must say that lunch was really a quiet time ... especially when a gentle warning, which arose to ensure that there really was a fire he said "I'm really happy that you are not going to fire ...!" "Thanks to the fucking ...!!!" I answered politely ....!! Do you think ...
quiet afternoon spent with my well established group of Australians and Canadians, which seems that the water gets hurt ...
In the evening, quiet dinner always went to speak with the same characters in the afternoon and then home video between Italians in "brush room "....
Monday opened the week with a heel elevator ... my appointment with the professor at 9:00 am precise ... woke up at 7 ... ... shower ... breakfast hours 7:40 ... I say "oh well, now, because it is too early, I sleep about half an hour and then I go !".................................. ...............
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spend the morning at the University trying to get a culture from books, papers and other garbage ... 14:25 pm
tuuuuuuuttti train! Helsingborg destination where I had an appointment and Teo in the consulting firm to discuss our project with our co-supervisor.
Small aside: we currently rapporteur, supervisor and two co-supervisors ... Alcatraz us Snorter is a two-handed!! Closed parenthesis ...
My state of mind, on my way to Helsingborg was a little strange: on the one hand I was happy prchè we went to see another beautiful place, on the other hand I felt uncomfortable going into the lair of the team in the preliminaries of Champions League has had the effrontery to eliminate Inter in the 2000-2001 season ...
Helsingborg, for what I've seen is absolutely not a bad city ... you can see the coastline from Denmark, more precisely, Helsingor (fancy that ...). Between these two cities has created a strange twinning: in fact, many ferries ply to allow people to go to Denmark to go to the grocery store with alcohol (it costs a lot less ...).
you understand the Swedes ....
Let's go home soon after because our supervisor has since received the news of becoming a father (then do not say that I bring bad luck ...!!)!!!!
In the evening, then dinner in Australia and a small party among us ... after which take the opportunity to fix the pc Thu, where the level of despair that had already reached alarming levels ...
Tuesday will spend the day quietly at the University ...
seems strange, but it's really a pleasure to be in that place: a flood of international students (almost all Americans) and a kitchen with stove, espresso machine (may God bless ...!!) and goods of all kinds ...
We know them, among others, Robert, an American from California with whom we do a variety of coffee breaks (FICK pause) ... oh yes, the espresso pulls a lot!!
the evening, between dinner and then all the villagers Kalmar nation, basically a pub where there were only Erasmus students ... laughing to no end ... but does not force his hand a week of holidays is about to begin!
awake early Wednesday (11.oo precise), and quick lunch away from the professor to receive your feedback about our work ...
Since he was very happy with what we have done until now (nothing), you decide to go to celebrate in Malmoe, the birthplace of Ibrahimovic, also because Matthew, after the explosion of the wheel of his super-bike, because he broke the balls, decided that he would find in Malmoe the right bike for your needs.
The fact that the wheel of Matthew has suddenly exploded (causing a monologue with the kingdom of heaven in dialect ...) makes me think that he does not miss a detail irrelevant happened last week's birthday of our country at that Spoletorp of ...
On that occasion, Teo told me his satisfaction in the fact that he could now understand and speak good English (which, I must say, true!). Unfortunately, our hero had not come to terms with a "black shoes coe de rubber", which asked him a question very uncomfortable ...
Our hero, because he did not understand a bean emerita of what such a person asked him, thought it best to conceal with a resounding "Yes! Of course!", Thinking, well, I made the genius of the century.
Result: His questioner had asked him to accompany him home by bicycle, because he also lived in Delphi ...
It was so that Matthew, while basking in the uvula and the spirit with expletives of all kinds, was forced to take him home on his precious bike: 5 km uphill of oaths ....... !!!!! !
Moral: if you do not understand what a consistent black rubber shoes, de "asks you, never say YES!! This time it went well all things considered, the next ... well ... something else could chedi connoisseur, a few words ...!!
But back to the trip to Malmoe ...
To tell you the truth, there is a lot to say ... the city offers so many possibilities for shopping: the stores are larger than those of Lund and then, consequently, prices are lower.
On that occasion, it was possible to enjoy a bit of shopping: an ultra-deluxe bicycle for Matthew (probably the most beautiful of Lund), purchased from a friendly shopkeeper who, at the request of a small discount the cost of the bike (the lock of the wheel is then sawn with a cock that bicycle is stolen, Padova teaches ...) kindly replied, "Like hell!" and a pair of shoes of rubber for all three because the shoes de we also wanted the black rubber of us ... (Who knows the song, you know why ...).

the evening, after seeing the home fixture at the home of a Swedish strategic nice, wet with victory by a Polish vodka unpronounceable name, all the VÄSTGÖTA NATION! (For photos while you have to settle for the site http://www.nightlife.se/content/9393).

The party was very nice, with large bursts of belly laughs that coincided with the lemonade that some Italian wild known them in the evening, made with shellfish of rare ugliness, right "seems to put 'na more notch in the curriculum ...!!" (Stuff to prefer a warm radiator rather than stuff them what key ...).
The following day, Thursday, was the most useless day in the history of Erasmus ... alarm that rings at lunch and read to the bitter end (the influence now seems certain ...).
In the evening we go again at a party in Spoletorp (place now famous for being a magnet for the chaff ...). The party this time is much milder, because the University has recently threatened the residents to send them away if they continue to have fun too ...

Life is beautiful because it is made of points of view ....
Then you go and then all the Nation Lund, Lund of the Nation's largest (and also the most expensive, its mortacci them !!!!).
While all other nations have a dance hall on the ground or below ground level, this is the top floor of a tall building, whose walls are made of glass and from which you can then see from Lund.
spectacular place, fantastic people, coughing like shit ....
The evening could be ruined by one thing only: my illness Avenza strode ... just like a curse ...
All in all, however, the only problem was to get some poison from a beautiful German, since I could not stay for more than 15 seconds flat (timed) without giving thirty coughing ...
Omitting the details of the matter (I might dwell also talking about phlegm but I do not think the case ...), I just say I am happy ... happy because the place is beautiful, happy because the people are wonderful, happy because I'm finally in a country where things work and where you enjoy a bang ...

For the rest, what about e. .. BYE .... see you soon!