Account of vendredi.

- Great start, I get off at the wrong tram stop because I'm too busy listening to my best friend –the iPod.
- Tanzania starts debate with yelling “Sex! Sex! Sex!” into mic.
- My first note of the day was from Panama: “Missed you last night.” He really did not get the many hints I put in the notes on Thursday. I’m sorry, but your beard and side burns do not make me want to go to Bar & Boos to dance/join you.
- South Korea finishes speech, Australia's point of information: Is the delegate not supposed to close his button? France, later: Does the honourable delegate of South Korea not agree that the state of his buttons are crucial to international relations?
- Mauritius (the kid that looked more emo than Pablo the emo Spaniard but apparently isn't emo at all) sends us Maltesers and saves my life - I was starving. Told him about our bet, he thought “Malteser” was some sort of currency >_<
- Levent (the President) “stripped” for charity (HIV/AIDS thing). They said they’d accept all types of currency, I could hardly resist writing a note to Mauritius saying he should try throwing Maltesers in.
- At the end of the day, Chair read out all the funny notes –loads were about sex (or something of the sort). “ECOSOC is great because on the one side, it’s highly productive, and on the other side..” Interruption: “—Reproductive.”
- We sent M&Ms to the Chair, Mauritius and the male admins. Chair because he was highly desperate. Mauritius because of the Maltesers, and the admin because they passed all our notes with M&Ms in them.
- Also got the Chair to eat liquorice, but unfortunately he ate it during my trip to the toilet so I missed it. He looked pissed when I got back, and showed me a plastic cup in which he’d pretty much thrown up.
- Mauritania sent us a random note about carnival. I sent a note back saying preparations were going well and I already found my yellow chicken suit. He said he had a matching blue rooster suit, to which I said I want a photo, but if you don’t have a photo draw it on this note... I got a note back with a hideous monster on it.
- Denmark was great. “SECURE THE DOORS!!”
- France: “Motion to reject Chairs from the building!” Committee: “SECOND!”

Party:
Stephanie spent the whole night with some random guy from the US so I had to look for other people to hang with. Had lots of fun though –that was, after I’d found people. I bumped into someone from the BSN, we had a short conversation which was pretty funny and full of high-fives (don’t ask). Our Rapporteur also scared the shit out of me when he pat me on the back. But most of the evening was just dancing and/or walking around. At the end, when I was waiting with Maria (one of my housing students) I got called an idiot by this weird guy from Germany that I met on the tram via Maria. Two seconds later I was a cool kid because Maria said my room was really cool. Yeah, that guy was weird.

I can't believe I've become such a lazy bum again. I can't even be bothered to take the time to think about a post and write a good one. And with "good post" I mean posts like this one or this one. I hate my latest posts, simple because I have trouble believing that my life is so interesting that you all want to read it.

Ok before this turns into another "blegh" post, I'm gonna quit bitching about my own posts and get away from this computer. It's driving me insane, just like that annoying Dutch delegate in the ECOSOC. Dutch accents suck, I'm so glad I don't have one.

I need a drink.

*Edit* No, not alcohol.

*Edit 2*
Video!