Have been in an awful mood lately. I think I´m just over-tired and over-stressed, although I did talk to Alexis all the way in Mexico yesterday and she cheered me up some. Didn´t attend either of my classes yesterday because I woke up and realised it was 10 am and I´d already missed half of my first class, so I went back to sleep and woke up and realised I´d missed my second class too. Then I skulked around trying to avoid seeing anyone and spent the whole day indoors watching Kath & Kim, Spaced and The Family Guy.
Someone buzzed our door last night, at around 9 pm, and when I looked through the eye hole, there was some badly dressed old man with scraggly hair standing there. So I opened the door a little and a stench of stale alcohol, dirt and human grease came wafting in. He said he was looking for lodgings and he´d seen our ad for the flat. I told him the rooms were already taken and shut the door on him because he looked angry and ready to get violent. But we never put up what flat number we were, so I have no idea where he got it from, unless it was Druggie #1 who told him. They both shared a quality of... bumness. Maybe they´re friends. Maybe as revenge for rejecting him, Druggie #1 is sending along all his homeless friends to plague us.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
Classes
This semester, I have three 'proper' classes. Two of them are infant/primary school teaching subjects and one (which I now regret taking because the classes are at 9 am) is contemporary philosophy. The teaching ones are SO MUCH FUN. The first one is called Plastic Expression, and all you do in the class is make crafts. 
I wove this scarf, which is around 150 cm long and took me around seven hours. Our next project is something to do with clay and papier mache. And our assessment task is making a puppet. The last subject is called Rhythm and Dance and you do what kids would do in a music lesson, which is beat in time with the music, dance in a circle with the class mates, form a train and chug along to the beat. When I get back, I'm going to teach my nephew all this so he can get an advanced start and be the most intelligent child in playgroup. I refuse to have dumb relatives.
I told Mum I'd put up photos of my new room so she could see what it looked like. I got the nicest room, the only one with wooden floors and the sun streaks through the window late morning to early afternoon so it gets warm in here. If you look carefully, you can make out photos of my little hairy ones. Alfie is there too. I'm back to sleeping in my Winter-snow-camping sleeping bag. It's amazingly liberating not having proper sheets. No washing HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. All I need to do is air it out once a week.
On the weekend, we had a dinner with around 22 people at a place that's privately owned, but they let you hire it out for a night. They let you use the kitchen and dining rooms to cook the food and then eat it there, so it's like a nice dinner meal with friends, withouth hassle of cleaning up. Food was divine. Thanks to Stefano, Em's Italian housemate, we got heavenly gnocci, four huge blocks of gourmet pizza and Javi made the best dessert ever. And it only cost us 6 euros. I swear I ate one of those entire pizzas by the end of the night.
Saturday, I went out with Javi's friends because it was Jorge's birthday. Went to the erasmus party before that but left early because it was so boring. Javi's friends are always very gentlemanly with me so after such a stressful party before (stressed from being bored), I went mad and had a crazy fun time. Was fantastic. Using the Spanish Night-out measurements, getting home after 5 is a good night out, the regular. Anything after 7 reaches the insane line. So I had a great time on Saturday night. The bakery across the street was baking at 5 am so I ran over and got 3 croissants and two burning hot barras of bread. The croissants were at the just baked stage where they reach a perfect balance of fluffy and dense.
I wove this scarf, which is around 150 cm long and took me around seven hours. Our next project is something to do with clay and papier mache. And our assessment task is making a puppet. The last subject is called Rhythm and Dance and you do what kids would do in a music lesson, which is beat in time with the music, dance in a circle with the class mates, form a train and chug along to the beat. When I get back, I'm going to teach my nephew all this so he can get an advanced start and be the most intelligent child in playgroup. I refuse to have dumb relatives.
I told Mum I'd put up photos of my new room so she could see what it looked like. I got the nicest room, the only one with wooden floors and the sun streaks through the window late morning to early afternoon so it gets warm in here. If you look carefully, you can make out photos of my little hairy ones. Alfie is there too. I'm back to sleeping in my Winter-snow-camping sleeping bag. It's amazingly liberating not having proper sheets. No washing HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. All I need to do is air it out once a week.
On the weekend, we had a dinner with around 22 people at a place that's privately owned, but they let you hire it out for a night. They let you use the kitchen and dining rooms to cook the food and then eat it there, so it's like a nice dinner meal with friends, withouth hassle of cleaning up. Food was divine. Thanks to Stefano, Em's Italian housemate, we got heavenly gnocci, four huge blocks of gourmet pizza and Javi made the best dessert ever. And it only cost us 6 euros. I swear I ate one of those entire pizzas by the end of the night.Saturday, I went out with Javi's friends because it was Jorge's birthday. Went to the erasmus party before that but left early because it was so boring. Javi's friends are always very gentlemanly with me so after such a stressful party before (stressed from being bored), I went mad and had a crazy fun time. Was fantastic. Using the Spanish Night-out measurements, getting home after 5 is a good night out, the regular. Anything after 7 reaches the insane line. So I had a great time on Saturday night. The bakery across the street was baking at 5 am so I ran over and got 3 croissants and two burning hot barras of bread. The croissants were at the just baked stage where they reach a perfect balance of fluffy and dense.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Ghengis Khan
This is Genghis Khan, my new pet. He's a chinese turtle and I'm pretty sure he's still a baby because his shell doesn't seem to be very tough- when I picked him up he felt a bit squishy. He's slightly smaller than an Australian 20 cent piece. The guy at the pet store told me to feed him 2 to 3 mini shrimps a day and to leave them on the ledge part but I don't know if he can find them. I placed him next to them but he doesn't look interested.Every time I walk into the living room I feel a phantom crunch under my right foot. I think Ezra may be haunting me.
I KILLED EZRA
I KILLED EZRA!!! I KILLED EZRA!!! I went into the living room to see how he was and heard this CRUNCH. I was too scared to look so I looked into his container, and the lid was off and he was nowhere to be seen. So then I looked down and on the ground were the broken remains of a little burgundy and white snail shell. With the flattened form of a tiny snail underneath. I am a murderer.
Tough Horse
It's very hard when someone dies and you feel like where you are isn't where you want to be. My grandfather died two days ago and I keep getting flashbacks to him when I was a kid. He was always such an energetic and polite man, with so many talents and interests. When I found out he was sick, I was travelling and I wrote him some postcards, but I was going to get some paper and write him a letter when I got back. So I have the paper now, but I'm a bit late. It was a huge shock to my system when I found out. More so than when my grandmother died because I'd been told that the last time I saw her would be the last time I would see her again. I was prepared for it, and she was sick so long as well.
I see my grandfather doing Qi Gong in the garden with the nurses, or learning Russian at his desk, paying for the bill when we'd just been to an expensive Japanese restaurant. I was always in awe of him. The kind of awe that never depletes.
Emily's parents left today but she had the loan of the car for an extra 3 hours so we took it to MacDonalds and stuffed our faces. I ate a chicken nugget meal, a fillet of fish, a mcflurry and half an apple pie. This was after I'd just watched Supersize Me as well. But he made me feel good about eating it. I mean, I never eat it in Australia. And this is the 3rd visit to MacDonalds in Spain this year.
I see my grandfather doing Qi Gong in the garden with the nurses, or learning Russian at his desk, paying for the bill when we'd just been to an expensive Japanese restaurant. I was always in awe of him. The kind of awe that never depletes.
Emily's parents left today but she had the loan of the car for an extra 3 hours so we took it to MacDonalds and stuffed our faces. I ate a chicken nugget meal, a fillet of fish, a mcflurry and half an apple pie. This was after I'd just watched Supersize Me as well. But he made me feel good about eating it. I mean, I never eat it in Australia. And this is the 3rd visit to MacDonalds in Spain this year.
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