whoa... hello! loud voice. very pain!

there i was, once again bored shitless at home and feeling very vulnerable to temptation. sure as hell i can trust the other scandinavian influence on campus to get me into trouble. just when i was abt to give in, go upstairs and start working on my uni shit - ta-dah - enter sophie and i find myself signing up for today's hangover.

i know. i fully deserve it. but it still hurts.

as far as nightlife goes, penrith is NOT the place. like, everyone goes to panthers and it's BAD (for finns: think of a stockholm cruise boat on dry land). we didn't really want to go to there so we decided to head to pioneer's for some pool. it did sound bad, but i figured that it couldn't be any worse than panthers. wrong, oh SO wrong.

we walk in to this dodgy as hell karaoke shithole. karaoke of all things! the first thing i experience is some middle aged beer gut westie bloke singing "i wanna know what love is" way out of tune and way too loud. and when the 150kg/each twin sisters on high heels step in to replace him and do their version of "all that jazz" i knew it was our cue to get the hell out of there. so panthers it was. we figured that if we get shitfaced it will at least erase that previous pioneer's experience for good.

and what's the lesson bunnies? it's all abt perspective. panthers felt like the best fucken place i have ever been to. we ended up having a ball.