It's a mad world

Yes it is. I had proofs at the end of my mad week-end. It was a long week-end, four days, although i don't have any classes so it doesn't change a lot. But still.
Thursday, i scotched taped red carpet on the floor. A carpet that came from the agricultural show, so it smelt like chicken crap and we found some straw. Still better than the carpet that was used for a huge student party, where we could smell the beer and the vomit that drunk students left for us. Anyway...
I also glued little things inside plastic balls, very fun to end with your fingers glued.
On Friday, after a very short night, or should i say a short morning nap, i had bad news. But we went to the Mc Do, and i felt better. Then we went to a birthday party, where crazy guys were gathered and asked me weird questions.
Saturday was the Gala. I had a gift from Matthias so that I don't forget I'm his vodka sister. I'm kind of German now. Then we had a great dinner, but i didn't drink too much b/c then, i went to have my hair and make-up done. It's really cool to be treated like a star.
As I was allowed to get out after i was ready, i went back to catch up the others who were already drunk. But still not to much b/c i had to parade.
I didn't win Miss Insa, no surprises, but it was fun to do it.
Then, I was free, so i could really start to party. More punch, a Bananananas, and Champagne. The world was turning, and I had lot of fun.
We stayed at the Gala until the end, then we had some pastas, then I finally fell asleep around 7.30am.
The sunday ruined this excellent week-end. Fucking people came into the RU while we were cleaning everything and mopping, and took my bag.
One hour looking everywhere for it and crying at the simple idea of having lost my car and home keys, my wallet with souvenirs from Mathieu, and a key ring, last gift of him. There are some things i'm not ready to lose yet.
I finally got a phone call from my mum telling me that a man had found my bag near the Canal, and yelling at me because i was crying, shocked, and panicking. Finally, i got my bag back, without my credit card, my money, my MP3 player and my cell where Pierre can call me for free. But the keys were there, the pictures as well, so I was kind of relieved. It took me more than one hour to get over that. And thanks for the coffee with whipped cream, it helped a lot.

I was exhausted but couldn't go to bed until 2am, trying to find all the papers i needed to go to the police.

Hell of a tiring and emotional week-end.