it's interesting, boring and weird. it's the life of an university student.

Happy Friday, everyone. I hope you're having a good one. Mine was interesting, boring, weird. All these things at once. It started around 9am when someone rang the doorbell, but nobody answered, because we are university students and we don't get up at such an unholy early hour. So the person just went in. That's the very creepy part about living in a house for students. So many people have a key to your apartment. They could even walk into your room whenever they wanted. I try not to think about that too much, and I know that they don't do that. But it's sort of creepy. I have no idea what that guy wanted. Check something or whatever. He left after a few minutes.
I then took a shower, ate breakfast, cleaned my room a bit and ate lunch. Yup, there were only like 2 hours between breakfast and lunch. I'm a university student. That's the perfect excuse for every weird habit.
After that I left for university. And I wore this:

I took that picture in the elevator of our building. I had enough time, because our elevator is the slowest elevator I've ever used in my life. Like the one guy once said in the elevator "I always feel like I'm wasting five minutes of my day when I use this elevator." True.
Please do not suggest that I should use the stairs. I tried that once and I'm never doing it again! It was really scary. I went down and down and down and it got dark. And darker. And then I couldn't see anything anymore, so I had to use my cell phone as a flashlight and there weren't any doors to get out. There were just stairs going down into the darkness. This was horror! Who builds such things?!
I actually know who designed this building and they are a quite famous architectural design firm, but to quote my brother who studies archticture "Such things don't surprise me. Because I know who designed it." True.

Back to my outfit. It's super comfy. I'm having a very hard time to settle on a style, but I think that's the one I like best. Every time I wear something similar to that I feel happy. And every time I wear something like that I get the most stares.
I was so glad that I didn't get any stares when I went to university. At least I didn't notice any. But on the way home so many people looked at me.
I usually don't really care about it. When people just look at my clothes for a moment and then move on it's fine. I mean I do that as well from time to time. That's why I sometimes take street style pictures. But when they are looking at you, and then they're looking at you again, and then again, it's kinda awkward. I never know what to do.

Also on my way home I overheard a lot of conversations. And like five in a row where in English. Is this still Vienna? I'm not sure. I can't tell anymore. Why is everyone speaking English all of a sudden?
It's pretty cool though. And I love it that so many people who read books on the subway are reading English books. YES!

I spent my evening doing laundry and eating soup without soup. I'm not going to explain the soup without soup thing. This post is too long already and the story is too gross. But funny thing about the laundry.
Some friends of one of my roommate came over and this one guy went to the kitchen to wash something. Then he went back to my roommate's room and said to her "I couldn't find a dishtowel." All the time while he was in the kitchen I stood there in the corner putting about 10 dishtowels on the laundry rack. Hehehehe.

Have a wonderful weekend! :)