Karlsruhe: The True Story of a Night of Partying

Characters: Jocelyn, an American language assistant
Felix, her German boyfriend
Jones, her German cousin
Yours truly

I arrived in Karlsruhe two days prior. The minute I walked into jones apartment and saw him, I knew something would happen between the two of us. I have never felt this way about a guy. There have been some girls where I know some kind of friendship will take place the minute I laid eyes on her, but never with a guy. 

After a failed dinner, we all began to drink, heavily. I decided we should play Ring of Fire to pick up the pace. Although Jocelyn and I rocked it, the Germans had a tougher time since their English skills were not to par. Jones drew an 8 and chose me as his mate. I knew I was in. If a guy wants to get me smashed, obviously he’s interested. 

After drinking my weight in liquor, we headed to the tram stop at about 11 pm. Once we arrived in the center of town, someone brought up absenthe. I claimed I had never taken any before so there was no going back. We diverged to a absenthe bar. Jones opted out of the shots, but joss and Felix were up for it with me. We received a tall skinny glass with a shot of liquor in it, a sugar cube, a spoon, and a glass of water. First, we dipped the sugar cube in the water. Then lit it on fire, after a short time, the sugar cube was dropped into the shot of absinthe and water was added. Then, we proceeded to chug. It tasted absolutely terrible— like black licorice. Ew. 

Apparently there was something in it, though no green fairy. For I was solidly drunk until I got on the bus at 9 the following morning. 

We arrived at the club and began to dance. I had progressively been flirting with jones and I was ready to get down and dirty. 

"Dance with me," I told Jones. He hesitated. "Fine, I can always find someone else to dance with." I continued. That got him going. 

We danced all night long. To me, it seemed a mere hour, but it was probably 5 solid hours. Sometime into the night, I kissed him. He kept saying my name all cute with his German accent, “Kelsey. Kelsey. I really like you.” 

Jones drug me outside for a moment and told me he didn’t like kissing girls he just met because it could cause someone to get hurt. I told him to shut up. It was my last night there. I think I still kissed him despite his protests. He never tried that hard to stop me either way. 

As the club began to wind down, jones walked me back to Felix’s. We said our goodbyes. I was too drunk to care either way. 

The following day, jones worried about me to Jocelyn. I face booked him and we agreed to stay in contact. He said I meant more than a one time thing. We still email weekly, but it isn’t the same as dancing our asses off.

Karlsruhe: The True Story of a Night of Partying

Characters: Jocelyn, an American language assistant
Felix, her German boyfriend
Jones, her German cousin
Yours truly

I arrived in Karlsruhe two days prior. The minute I walked into jones apartment and saw him, I knew something would happen between the two of us. I have never felt this way about a guy. There have been some girls where I know some kind of friendship will take place the minute I laid eyes on her, but never with a guy.

After a failed dinner, we all began to drink, heavily. I decided we should play Ring of Fire to pick up the pace. Although Jocelyn and I rocked it, the Germans had a tougher time since their English skills were not to par. Jones drew an 8 and chose me as his mate. I knew I was in. If a guy wants to get me smashed, obviously he’s interested.

After drinking my weight in liquor, we headed to the tram stop at about 11 pm. Once we arrived in the center of town, someone brought up absenthe. I claimed I had never taken any before so there was no going back. We diverged to a absenthe bar. Jones opted out of the shots, but joss and Felix were up for it with me. We received a tall skinny glass with a shot of liquor in it, a sugar cube, a spoon, and a glass of water. First, we dipped the sugar cube in the water. Then lit it on fire, after a short time, the sugar cube was dropped into the shot of absinthe and water was added. Then, we proceeded to chug. It tasted absolutely terrible— like black licorice. Ew.

Apparently there was something in it, though no green fairy. For I was solidly drunk until I got on the bus at 9 the following morning.

We arrived at the club and began to dance. I had progressively been flirting with jones and I was ready to get down and dirty.

"Dance with me," I told Jones. He hesitated. "Fine, I can always find someone else to dance with." I continued. That got him going.

We danced all night long. To me, it seemed a mere hour, but it was probably 5 solid hours. Sometime into the night, I kissed him. He kept saying my name all cute with his German accent, “Kelsey. Kelsey. I really like you.”

Jones drug me outside for a moment and told me he didn’t like kissing girls he just met because it could cause someone to get hurt. I told him to shut up. It was my last night there. I think I still kissed him despite his protests. He never tried that hard to stop me either way.

As the club began to wind down, jones walked me back to Felix’s. We said our goodbyes. I was too drunk to care either way.

The following day, jones worried about me to Jocelyn. I face booked him and we agreed to stay in contact. He said I meant more than a one time thing. We still email weekly, but it isn’t the same as dancing our asses off.

19 things that are cheaper than raising a child in 2014

Yeah, I’ll take any if these things other than a kid. I’ll probably retire in Europe.

One of my mightier than thou uni friends knocked up his equally entitled girlfriend.

BOOM.

SLAM.

(Source: slaybello)

"Out of all the things I can sit on, I’m going to sit on the one thing you are using and momentarily set down." 

Rookie mistake.

"Out of all the things I can sit on, I’m going to sit on the one thing you are using and momentarily set down."

Rookie mistake.

The Caged Tiger

Fierce.
Sassy.
Locked in.
Ready to pounce.

Tears bursting.
Emotions rising.
On edge.
About to strike.

Seeking adventure.
Finding none.
Caged in.

Most of the time, I’m okay here; I just tell myself to power through. But other times, this unexplainable sadness rushes over me and I can barely hold back my tears. I know I’ve said this before— I’m not happy here. If I didn’t know what true happiness was, I don’t think this would be such a big deal. It would be uncomfortable, but I’d be okay with it. On the other hand, I do know what happiness is. Here, I experience it once in a while in little moments. Like when my favorite song comes on the radio, or when I’m discussing the world’s problems with my friends over a plate of fries. But, it’s not  enough. It’s not like France where even at the lowest moments of my life, such as when I was homeless, I was happy. No matter what curveballs were thrown at me, I was always okay with it and happy. Here, the tiniest thing flips my switch and I am angry or upset.

5 weeks. 3 days. That’s my mantra. I will survive this time at ‘home.’ It hasn’t been pleasant, but I’ll get through it. Soon, I’ll be in Australia. I hope I find happiness there.

I have learned that I cannot live here again. It is not a viable option for my future. And that is a good thing to be aware of.

My idea of rich is that you can buy every book you ever want without looking at the price and you’re never around assholes. That’s the two things to really fight for in life.

John Waters  (via detailsdetales)

(Source: marion--crane)

I am fed up with picking up the slack from my inadequate coworkers. Seriously people?! Common sense.

In other news, only 5 weeks left of this mundane job.