Last night was nice. Went to see Wolverine, and it greatly exceeded my expectations (which were pretty low actually). That was over at around 1 am. Afterwards I went to a so-called ThÃ©-Dansant, where very few people were. Drank, talked and laughed. Went to bed at around 4 am. Then this morning I got up for my calligraphy class, which was somehow very soothing to my tired mind. Went home on a crowded train. Saw a friend in the station, who invited me to go party in Ghent. I sadly declined his offer. We'd go by train, which means I could only go back in the morning. I'd sleep all day tomorrow, and I wouldn't be able to get any work done for uni.
Also, I suck at writing. Just look at this damn post.