Lord, I was born a rambling man

On Saturday the 11st of December most of you will wake up with a hangover. You will then stumble down from your bunked bed and try to find something to eat for breakfast. Most likely some tv, a movie or lots of wasted time on a computer will come next followed by about 30 solid minutes of actualy studying. Finals are coming up soon and you'll have papers that need completion as well. Me? I'll be boarding a plane to Athens, Greece. I will be bumming around Greece without showering, shaving or changing clothes until the 16th or so, when I hop on back of a giant sea turtle/flying turtle and convince her to take me to Budapest. I will bask in the land of cheap booze and fast women until the 19th, when Wizzair will send a representative to the street corner where I have passed out to slap me a dozen times and pull me by my ear to the airport and physically force me to fasten my seatbelt and return my seat and traytable to their upright and locked positions for the flight back to London.