Tuesday, March 15, 2005,
I think I'm going to cry. I'm sick and I need to get up tomorrow at 6am to get to work. It's 8:45pm and I want to go to sleep at 9. My horrible, dirty, never-does-his-dishes, weird, unreliable DJ flatmate has just started mixing his music *REALLY* loud. It's electronica and even if I ask him to turn it down, a) he won't tun it down very much, and b) I will still be able to hear the baseline. I am sad. Yes, yes, of course I will go talk to him about it but for now I have a headache and just want it to stop without me having to say something. AND the water is lukewarm so my dreams of a hot shower to warm me up since I'm sick have been shattered. *Sigh* However, would like to comment that my OTHER flatmates cleaned both the kitchen AND the bathroom, which is awesome. Also, as long as we're on the "information about mel's housing situation" kick, I'd like to mention the following:
A few things I have bought for the household: (keep in mind I've been in this flat for about 3 weeks:
- a bathmat
- sponges
- laundry clips (there is a word for this but it is escaping me at the moment)
- toilet paper
- liquid soap
- a ladle
- a spatula
- lighters (for the gas stove)
Things that have completely disappeared since I bought them:
- TWO sponges (like, where do they go!??)
- FIVE bananas -- in one night. As in, I bought them at 8pm and by 8am they were ... gone. I have asked all my flatmates and no one claims to have eaten them. Wtf??
- both lighters (welcome to living with smokers)
And finally, Mel's dilemma: It takes me an hour and a half to get to work. I have a class from 8-9:30 and 2-3pm. Do I take the train all the way home to get home at 11am only to turn around at 12:30 and go back to work, or do i hang out in the town where my work is where it's cold and all i want to do is sleep only there is nowhere to do so ... i can go to a cafe but that doesn't solve the sleeping problem.
Philosophical-yet-practical-at-the-same-time question: do you wash your shirt when you've worn it for two days but it doesn't smell and you don't sweat because it's winter and you're cold?
Adendum to this: as i was writing, sergio came to my room to see if i wanted to eat a tortilla since they're making them; and i said i was really tired and going to bed and that my head hurt and he said "do you want some sleeping pills?" and i said "no, but i want the music to stop." then he went to david's room and magically, the music is off. THANK GOD; i love sergio.
Language spot:
I'm exhausted so this'll have to do since it's in my head: did you know that a Spanish tortilla is nothing AT ALL like a mexican one? Tortilla in Spain-ish means an omelette-like thing with potatoes. a mexican tortilla is called tortita and they don't have them in very many grocery stores (so when they do, i stock up). Know what else they don't have? Peanut butter. Oh, and regular cheese. Know what they do have? Kick-ass mojitos and sangria.
