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Ahahaaa. I are the hyper gyper girl. Grrl. Gurl. HAHAHAHA.

I am off to land of the Verboten tomorrow. For example, you are completely verboten from throwing wrappers onto the street. And you cannot throw stuff in private bins, they arrest you and then make you recite their National Anthem. And so on. And people rave on and on in the streets about what is verboten and what is not. And also, you cannot buy razors because no one shaves their armpits.

Children go to bed at 7 o'clock; it gets dark at 5. Or even 4. Everyone uses bicycles. There are special lanes for bike people and pedestrians. And if you go in the bike lane and you aren't on one, they all look at you like you are the biggest tyrant their country has seen since Himmler. And so on.

私は土曜日に去る。

Alas, here comes a Carpathian!

I have had a shit week. To summarise:

1. I've had to memorise What Mussolini Did (at School) in the space of two days in order to successfully pass my history exam without getting a C and therefore have had a headache that will not go away.
2. I dreamt that I woke up and there was a dead man resembling Leopold Mozart in my bed. I then woke up 'four reel' and promptly searched my bed to see if Leopold was still there.
   
3. I was forced to do a maths exam, without a calculator, for one and a half hours, on a friday afternoon.
   
4. I have not bought anything from Marc Jacobs.
   
5. Um...I might get cancer someday. Don't 1 in 5 people get it? I'm 1 in 5 people.
   

On the other, more fabulous hand, I will go to the land of Wieners and thin dicks on the 17th. I am going to haunt the university and see if I can find a Russian podesta with a nose stud to fondle. Ahahahahahahaha see, that is an example of my brain being taken over by What Mussolini Did (at School).

I shall exeunt.