Back to the present
Things are working out very well for me these days… I’m on a lucky streak. Academically, work is progressing slowly, but surely, and the authorities are satisfied with my thesis so far, personally, I’ve settled down into a very cool, very enjoyable pace… setbacks are a thing of the (near) past… I was in H. the other day, met up with professors and cleared out a lot of issues, I now have a clear timeplan to follow for the coming few months, then I hooked up with some friends who happened to be in the city, and we caught a political rally for Angela Merkel, live. It’s sad. She doesn’t come through as human, no matter how hard she tries. That said, I’m not THAT much against a stronger regime in Germany, with clear anti-terrorist policies and so on. I fainted from laughter when they played Angie at the end. That is SO NOT A RIGHT SONG FOR HER!
On the homefront, we’re looking for another roommate to move in early october. I’m playing a very active role in the selection process. My criteria: female, 20-23, good looking, stylish, fun, interesting, preferably foreign (doesn’t know many people here). I am taking pictures of the applicants, they think it’s for us to remember them… and it is, sort of… the hotness factor plays a big role, I say.
The weird thing is that as the number of applicants piled up, I noticed that I was sweet-talking them, flirting with them, etc… I was looking, as my other roommates happily pointed out, for a wife, and not a roommate. Then I took another picture. I’ve already made my decision, actually… a hot little number from Barcelona. Not bad… not bad at all. she doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into
I’m a pig. Oink oink.
September 15th, 2005 at 2:40 pm
Actually, when we were auditioning for a suddenly-empty room in our flat, guys were my casting of choice. A German architect was up there on my list, even though he was very much gay, but my hopes were put to a halt when flatmate no.2 decided guys were out of the question…
Did not want to argue, so now I’ll do my auditioning on the streets.
I’m a pig too. Oink to that!