--- the drunken barn

ok, this is elsa. a bit drunk, very drunk, looking at every tecla of of the keyboard because she cannot write faster than a something that writes fast. i learned mecanografia when i was in college or secundaria, we call it secudaria, it seems so retro though, who learns mecanografia now? I guess I'm lucky because I can write without looking at the keyboard, and I use all my fingers, also the meñique (la ñ la escribo con ALT+164).
OK, I'm drunk, should I not wxhibit myself in my own blog?--look at me, i even try to keep my spelling intact.
Tonight it was Alice's birthday, it was like wonderland and I had fun; and it is tuesday and we drank so much in a night in which St Andrews doesn't drink. Everything closes early and i'm not wearing my glasses, and everything moves.
I had more than one draught. I like draught and that's one of the things i will miss from St andrews, though St Andrews wont be missed too much. It has its missable things but they are not many. I think I will miss myself in St Andrews, even though I don't like myself in here very much.
Btw, i finished my exams and essays, and they suck, or soc. Soc.
this is the text of a retarded night.
Sorry my readers. My readers