Cogs can think.

I’ve had a seriously good weekend. This weekend, me, Marcel, Oscar and Evil Baby (Fabian) went to the university of Leiden– to crash it.

So we did. And we did it die-hard style.

In our high school days, we went to school by bike. This meant 15km to school, and then 15km back to home. To accurately recreate the atmosphere of high school, we went to Alkmaar Central Station by bike. So, at 9am, Saturday, we hopped on our bikes. 45 minutes later, we arrived, and Oscar was already there. While we were locking up our bikes, Fabian (the older brother of Oscar’s girlfriend Daphne) arrived– Marcel looked at his face and said: “Fabian looks exceptionally Evil today.” A few moments later, Marcel started rambling about some TV show in which an evil baby tries to kill his mother– and so, Fabian became Evil Baby. Forever.

We took the train to Leiden, had a lot of fun at the university introductory days. We behaved like children. And by god, we were annoying, and it felt good. I won’t go into details, to uphold this image of me somehow being worth my age of 20 (almost 21, people). It was fun.

We wanted to go out all night. But, Leiden sucks ass. There’s barely anything to do, and the places to go out are scattered across town. We eventually found a good place, but we first went off to a Argentinian restaurant, were we had an expensive but really good dinner. We concluded our dinner with Irish coffee.

We then went to a few places, but ended up in… Well, forgot the name of the place. All I do know is that it was fun, lots of alcohol, women with attitudes (I hate those women, you just *hear* Destinity’s Child “Independant Women” in the background while talking to/dancing with them), and more odd stuff. Really good.

Sunday morning we went home. Amsterdam Central Station was fcuked up (you’re not allowed to sleep there anymore! Fcukers). It was a good weekend. We got our new stories.