School + life

With all the complexities of life, strange/interesting people and weird things that happen evey day, who needs fiction ? Coming here to Aston has been a real lesson in the school of life as far as human behavior is concerned and getting to know people of other cultures. Let me recap what I've seen in the past month: A dumbass Brit jumping into the canals naked, seeing a homeless man for the 3rd time and having a chat with him for which he managed to get 3£ out of me, our poker chips being stolen out of the box on top of the fridge, a night out with a German friend and two Arabs (from S.A. and Oman), some girl in the library who left her books on her desk for 4 straight hours without ever coming back. So I wrote in her notebook "Is it wise to leave your things out for hours on end?" It was quite interesting two weekends ago as we went to smoke Shisha and I probed them about their countries, Islam, Arabic and various things from their cultures.

I have also finally said Bye to Cristina once and for all. She is superficial and cold. No way around it. I decided to live up to own personal credo in that I do not want fake people in my life and she's it. No bitter feelings, no regrets, a bit of longing for our sweet moments and moments of intimacy but I am convinced I made the right decision. I sent her a letter telling her how I feel to which she wrote back "you're right". Well that pretty much cements it. Then she writes back and says "Cmq, se ti va ci vediamo quando torni in Italia" to which I said what's the point? and I've not heard from her since. So be it. We hadn't been together since last summer but this just made it final.

Something adorable that has happened to me recently has been my flatmates. I don't hate them per say, in fact I don't, but they are a bit selfish and inconsiderate. I am referring to two things in particular. 1. the way they leave the kitchen: dishes unwashed (although they usually wash them), counters, table and floors are always a mess 2. their nights out in which they go out and come back past 3 am usually with an entourage of their friends in which they are usually drunk and bring back take out food. I am never hungry past midnight and I can't understand this desire to eat at that hour. I am going to try to live alone again when I move out of here!