One of those nights...

last night i and three other people spontaneously decided to go to a jazz pistols concert in one of the small cellar clubs here. the band, which consists of three guys playing drums, guitar and bass, is actually from this region, but internationally established and the guys are some of the best musicians you can find here.
we came a little late to the club, when the band was taking a break, and so missed the first part of the gig, but they went on long enough later.
they started to play and the music got under my skin and right into my heart. i was in heaven, unable to get the smile off of my face. it was so intense and full of energy, and this jazz just rocks! because the club is so small and a not very large amount of people fit in there, it was a very familiar atmosphere. i was standing right in front of the stage and had a close look at the band.
after the gig we talked to the drummer for a while, who is a really cool and funny guy, and i have a crush on him somehow.
we went to a restaurant afterwards and had another drink there; in the end i was, again, pretty drunk. the bad headache i woke up with this morning was the downside of everything.
desperately trying to write a three-paper assignment for one of my classes right now. due is today. i have no idea how to finish this, especially because i'm gonna go to vb practice tonight, since it is the last time before christmas break.

Hazy notion

i'm slightly drunk... came home tonight after a martyrdom of a journey, with bus, tram and train and waiting periods up to one hour in between, in windy and rainy weather. and then my room mates and some friends were there, about to make feuerzangenbowle and after 3 and a half cups i just had to go to bed (with my laptop).
we had a band rehearsal yesterday and at night i went out with old friends to drink something before going to the movies. i slept at my dad's house. i didn't do anything for uni this weekend and now my bad conscience is haunting me. and i'm running away... last night i was so happy to be a single, i don't know why. sometimes i am. i feel freer.
i can't believe it's only one month left and then already another year is past. i'm getting so old. but next year everything's going to be better... i know it. it just has to.