When I was preparing my unprepared presentation for my spoken matura exam in Polish, I repeatedly burst out laughing at the stuff one guy wrote on his blog called Blog Humorystyczny Fiona94. His post were all similar in build: the guy would usually get up, go to school or not, come back home, play football, then write a blog post, then take a shower and go to sleep. There is one notion that W szkole kapuś skuter poszedł do panie pedagog nakapować że pobiłem młodszego kolege. (At school that snitch Skuter told the pedagogist that I beat up a younger colleague.) and one that Dowiedziałem się od mamy że o 17 Przyjezdrza w gości do mnie kolega. Z kolegą pierw byliśmy w parku pograliśmy chwile w piłe i wruciliśmy do domu;D. Pogadaliśmy chwile i postanowiliśmy zrobić polowanie na koty (ale były dymy). Właśnie przyszłęm do pokoju bo oglądałem tv. Teraz siedze i pisze bloga. (My mother told me that a friend was coming to visit me at 5 p.m. My friend and I went first to the park, we played a little football and came back home. We talked for a while and decided on a cat hunt (that was cool.) I just came to the room as I’ve been watching TV. Now I’m sitting and writing the blog.)

But now that I look at my life, it seems like it’s not much different from that of that poor bloke Fiona94. I could write a post everyday, saying Today I got up too late because I was writing my blog at 3 a.m. I ate sandwiches with peanut butter, Nutella and jam. Then I went to the Uni. I read silly books for teenagers in my L1. Then I came back home and wasted the next 6 hours. Then I went to English lesson and didn’t learn anything at all. Now I’m writing my blog and soon I’ll go to sleep. And every Saturday post would begin with Yesterday I went to a party and got completely wasted. Now I’m sore all over my body and my heart hurts because I got brutally rejected by one or another beautiful and deceitful young lady.

Today, however, was different. As a result of a house party I left my headphones at my friends’ place. They live in a part of town called osiedle Kosmonautów, which is only a few kilometers farther then the end of the world, but I had to go and get my headphones back. The girls were even more wasted than I was, plus they had slept much less than me today. I decided not to bring any more alcohol, but instead I prepared some food for them. It’s a nice way of finding companion for eating. They obviously didn’t feel like anything, let alone any social interaction more sophisticated than sleeping together, but I stayed until 2 anyway. One of the girls fell asleep at a point so I spent the rest of the evening talking to the other one. She’s cute and studies Bulgarian, and my brother is in Bulgaria at the moment, so it was a nice excuse to talk about languages. I wrote колело on her forearm. It means bicycle.

I’m tired. I left for the 2:08 bus which didn’t come because it didn’t exist. I couldn’t call the girl because she refused to give me her number. I decided to follow the bus line on foot and finally caught the next bus. Man, was it cold!