Last night started out at 5 with me getting a phone call from Simon, who invited me over for another Shabbat at his parents house. This 'Day of Rest', which is a big part of the Jewish religion, always includes a big dinner on Friday night. I've already visited each Simon's and Jonathan's houses once for this occasion. The past times it was only the families, but yesterday it was kinda like the shawarma dinner a couple of days back – lots of friends and a very warm atmosphere. After the dinner Simon, Sebastian, Malte, Emil and I went back to our place to have a couple of drinks and as it would turn out, a very heated debate about politics. Malte and I also spoke French for almost an hour, as he wanted to practice his language skills. And hey, what better partner than me – the mastermind of Francais. God, it must've sounded horrible...

Anyways, at 1 we all split up. The boys went to a party at their philosophy faculty and I went to a big 'Sports Party' at my school. Turned out to be not that big after all. Lots of people but too much space, so it always seemed a bit empty. But it still was fun. I guess alcohol makes every party fun. After about two hours Chloé, Gabo, a friend of his and I decided to go to a 'Polka Party' at Dakota in the city, where we met up with Pauli and a couple of others. And that party certainly made up for everything. Good music – even thoug it wasn't really polka, more like ska and latino stuff with strong beats – and a good crowd. So we danced til we dropped, in my case somewhere around 6. The night ended with Sebastian and me – he sleeps on our couch almost every weekend and we came home coincidentally at the same time – having a shawarma 'breakfast' before going to bed.

But the thing that struck me the most that night at Dakota, was that everybody seemed to be horny as hell. I'm used to that from Erasmus parties, but definitely not from the coolish Danes. Seriously there'd be about ten girls making out with random guys and when I went to take a piss and came back after five minutes, they'd be frenching ten completely different guys and vice versa. Chloé for her part had five 'encounters' (incl. Gabo AND his friend), at least the ones I counted...

Why don't all of our politicians look like models? And why aren't we as creative in making them look ridiculous? P.S. I think I'm in love with Mrs. Auken.

But it was hail.

1) 100% genuine mermaid skeleton.
2) Poor guy – no fur and freezing his ass off at 5°C in front of a store.
3) The Human Doctor. Perverted sex toy or massaging device?
4) Simon sporting yet another trendy outfit. This time a 70s ski suit.
5) Broken Flower.