All I can say though, is if the shim in Strasbourg hadn't been racist and told English people to f*** off, I wouldn't have asked he/ she/ it whether he/ she/ it was a man or a woman. Strasbourg was amaaaazing, big thanks to Lorcan Murray, cos I probs destroyed his chance of passing an exam by staying at his. Still, procrastination in the form of Rollercoaster Tycoon and Sporcle means doomed to failure anyway. Despite the first thing Matt said to me after 4 months was that I looked remarkable homosexual, was great to see everyone, especially my future wife, Sam, and Laura and Katherine and many others. Irish people were also good banter, shame I didn't get to know them in first semester. Mustn't forget to mention that Sam CHUNNNNNDERRRREDDDD EVERYWHERE. (I know you will appreciate me mentioning this in my blog). I just feel sorry for Katrina's bin, haha.
Back in Konstanz, I've been playing a lot of football, with the politics department and the physics department. I think I'm starting to get my form back a bit, but I don't know whether to take it as a compliment or an insult when German defenders say to each other "Watch the little one!". A lot of the players are good though, especially the Chileans, Enrique is a bit of a demon.
Towards the end of this week has been a good week for birthdays. Enrique's Palace of Love was the destination on Thursday for his 26th birthday celebrations, where Kellie Schieber entered the racoon eyes game. I thought that this might be a good time and place to explain to everyone what I would devise as a rule book for this game. I think that considering I have started having dreams about it, and therefore cannot escape it even in moments of consciousness, I'm probably well placed to define some rules for those of you that don't know.
1) When someone in the game cups there hands and fingers around their eyes to make racoon eyes, and someone else sees it, they have to lie on the floor wherever they are. Alex has had to lie in a church, me on a bus, etc.
2) You enter the game by making the racoon eyes gesture, and once you're in it's a life long contract, you can't get out, as Kellie's is beginning to regret after laying on the floor 6 times over the space of 15 fun-filled hours with me too.
Below are some of the pictures of Enrique's party and the racoon eyes. It was a good party anyways, with the dance floor where his old bedroom was and some Chilean salsa tunes flying out of the speakers. I regrettably went home early to watch the British elections, falling asleep at 3am with pizza on my lap. That was an interesting wake up.
Friday was to celebrate the birthday of Erika, everyone's favourite Slovakian, with the unconventional idea of a toast party. That is the biggest mound of toasted sandwiches I'll probs ever see in my life. Korina was the cook, and I began to wonder what the filling actually was, til I opened it up and realised she has forgotten to put anything inside. We also went swimming yesterday, with some very impressive diving from Chelsea and some hilarious jumps from Mate on the 1 meter springboard. Going down the slide with Mike and the Irish was good banter too, even if I did headbutt some poor guy in the arse.
Saturday was, despite the early get up, amazing. 3 and a half hours after starting our journey, we arrived in Heidelberg, and were shown around the castle by our Danish tour guide. Highlights of the day involved Marco telling a man on the street that Alex was the president of America, Lauren entering the racoon eyes game; a decision she will undoubtedly come to regret, and watching Enrique do salsa dancing on the back of the bus. Photos soon to be uploaded from that.
Oh Konstanz. Ohhhhhhhh Germany. I never wana leave you!!
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