knock, knock.

Today's my last day as a teenager. I feel like I should be doing something special. But instead I'm staying at home doing nothing other than things I'm always doing. Just a bit crappier.
My blog is slowly turning into a blog about random, boring stories of my life. I have this weird urge to share all these things that happen around me. So, here we go:
This morning around 9am the doorbell rang, but nobody answered, so the person just went in. No, I'm not retyping my last post. It just happened again. I was still lying in bed, because I went to bed around 2am and planned to sleep as long as possible, preferable until like 2pm (more about that later). The people who walked in were the window cleaners who wanted to clean our windows (oh yeah, really? who would have thought that?). They first knocked at my roommates door, but she didn't answer first (I bet she was still in bed as well), so they just walked into her room. I hate that. Anyway, I jumped out of bed and left my room wearing my pajamas and really messy hair. I didn't care that three strange men saw me like that on my way to the kitchen.
So I sat there and waited until they were finished. I slightly paniced when I heard them dropping something and that one guy whispered "Careful". I thought they damaged something, but I couldn't find anything broken afterwards.
After they left I thought about going back to bed, but now that I got up I had to pee and this was a big problem and the reason why I wanted to sleep until 2pm.
They turned of the water from 8am to 3pm today to repair something. No water. No way to flush the toilet.
The good thing is, that I live right above a mall. And malls always have toilets. But it was a bit annoying to go all the way down to the mall just to pee.
I planned to sleep as long as possible, so I don't have to go to the toilet. Haha. I've been prepared really well for long sleeping. I danced around in my room for two hours straight (from 11pm to 1am) and that's better than every workout. It feels so good.
I'm doing this from time to time. It was the group of a few hundred teenagers who were in my way when I tried to get to the elevator yesterday, who made me doing it. Of course, they didn't tell me. I was just curious what concert they were waiting and it turned out that LMFAO were playing downstairs, which explained a lot.
I couldn't help myself. I had turn on LMFAO myself and then I started dancing.
And because blog posts without pictures are boring, here's a picture that shows the balanced diet of my roommate.

I'm going home for my birthday tomorrow and come back to Vienna on Thursday or Friday. I'll see.
(Actually, the reason I'm going home in the middle of the week is to see my psychotherapist, but saying that I'm going home for my birthday sounds nicer :) )
Have a nice week and I hope I don't bore you with my stories of my life as an university student. I'd have a lot more stories to tell. Like the one about the lecturer who...whatever. Bye!