So, another week has passed, and this one was considerably better than the last. Definitely a relief. So, I'll recount that little which I can remember, beginning with last Friday night. Following my desire to go out, I went to Mi's house. Ka was already there, armed with a bottle of terrible wine, which I was only too pleased to drink. (On a side note, it's getting confusing using initials for people, seeing as how everyone's names start with the same damn letters...)
We went into town quite late, going to Markandu, where I ran into some people I knew - V was there but I didn't really talk to him, and I danced with C for a while. I was pretty drunk - Mi and Ka left before I did, because they had the sensible plan of going to Dortmund the next day. I, however, am not half so sensible. Stayed out quiiiite late, and then walked with C back to my house, because he was much too drunk to ride home. I figured that I had the sofa bed, which he could stay on. He was much too drunk to handle English, also. Anyway, shortly after arriving at my house, he started feeling sick... shortly later, after throwing up in my garden, he was sober enough to walk back to Markandu to collect his bicycle. I walked him there, which I don't think he was terribly happy about (being embarassed enough already) but I wanted to make sure he made it there in one piece. And then he insisted on walking me back home, which was unnecessary, but nice anyway. I would have preferred that he'd just gone home, because clearly he was feeling pretty unwell, and gave me a lot of apologies. Silly boy.
Anyway, the next day I woke up much too late (after sleeping very badly) to attend the Reggae walk for dancing in the May... which was okay by me, really. I wasn't feeling a hundred percent after such a large evening. Coffee and plain food got me through the early afternoon. I got a call from D, who was interested in going swimming, but the pool was closed. He had a car for the weekend so we went to Lippersee and sat on the German idea of a "beach". I'll explain, for the uneducated: a few tonnes of sand dumped on the edge of a lake for people to sit on, except that usually they're fenced off and people pay entry. However, D and I were feeling sneaky, and took the opportunity when we found an open side gate. The sand was full of bits of tree, and the weather wasn't as warm as we might have liked, but D bought me an iceblock, so I wasn't going to complain! He was also armed with wine, but I didn't feel like drinking... my liver was still processing the remnants of the previous night's efforts.
Afterwards, we went driving for a while, and eventually came back to my house for dinner. It was a public holiday, so nothing was open, and I had more food. I made pasta with a variety of leftovers, and we did actually break into the wine, which was really good. Lazed around and watched stuff on youtube, me trying to explain how I'm trying to stay out of trouble here, until D left. I went straight to bed - I was asleep by 10pm, and I didn't wake up until 9am, which is a pretty epic sleep. I felt much better, though, and awoke feeling happy and energetic. Mi got in touch and we went swimming - we tried to go to the Sauna, but apparently one must be naked, and Mi's towel was too small, so we got a refund from an incredibly irritated employee at the front desk. The customer service in this country is nothing short of atrocious. So, after going in and out three times, much to our embarassment and the anger of this woman, to empty our lockers and get different coloured tokens to go back in and reclaim the same lockers, we were pleased just to swim for a while and laugh it off. It's still a running joke for us.
So, Monday I had German class. However, Friday's class was cancelled, but that didn't happen until Thursday, so I think I'm getting ahead of myself there. Monday night was the French party in the Eurobiz office. I attended, but didn't have much fun, and felt like C was ignoring me somewhat. Or rather, he didn't seem to want to talk to me. I figured it had something to do with the embarassment of Friday night, but I'm still not sure. Anyway, I was pleased to finally leave when Mi left after her courtesy visit, and caught the bus home.
Tuesday was class, and that night L had people over for his birthday, but I was feeling antisocial and didn't leave my room all night. The idea of doing so actually terrified me, I just didn't feel like talking to anyone. So I hid, and did my German homework, which was more difficult than usual. Wednesday was also class, and I went over to K's house for dinner on Wednesday night. He made some kind of one-pot thing, and we watched some Heroes, which is always awesome. I didn't leave too late, but still couldn't sleep very well. So I was tired for class on Thursday. I found out that Friday's class was cancelled, because the 4 guys were going to Berlin, and S wasn't coming either. So it would have been me alone, which was probably rather pointless. Had I known earlier, I wouldn't have signed up for the excursion to Wewelsburg tomorrow, and spent the weekend in Koln or something instead. Oh well.
Anyway, I walked home in the rain (the weather this week has been wintery and awful) carrying E's guitar, which he has graciously let me borrow. Talked to G as I was leaving uni, and he said I should go over his old house on Sunday for the communal jam session, but I feel a little strange about showing up and might check with C that it's ok. So, we'll see... I don't know. Anyway, last night I went to the Auld Triangle (yes, Irish pub, as frequented by the British soldiers stationed here) with A, Mi and Ka. We played table soccer and had a great time, and bailed about midnight. It was a really good, really funny evening, and I hope there will be more. Mi agreed to come help me bake cookies before the party tonight, because it's at Ch's house and I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me. So this is a peace offering, so that I can hang out at his party and talk to my friends without feeling unwelcome. We'll see how it works out.
Anyway, today I've done sweet fuck all. Talked to J for a while, and we talked about what had happened with our relationship so long ago, and how we're emotionally retarded, and how we understand each other like no one else can. I got pretty sad thinking about it all; about how I threw in the best thing I ever had because I wasn't ready to settle down. I'm still not ready to settle down, but it's so nice to know that I still have the best friend in the world there for me when I need to talk.
I'd better go to buy some coffee... no one else in this house is going to.
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