Back to reality

Just a quick blog post today cos I have to go out in a minute. I’m meeting Jan and some friends to go the cinema.

So, I disappeared for a few days there. Here’s why:
On Thursday I went to the bar here in my student residence for the first time in.. oh, I don’t even know how many months. I got incredibly drunk on way less alcohol than it used to take me to get incredibly drunk. Clearly I am becoming a light weight in my old age. *Sigh*. I finally made it to bed at 5:30am, waking up poor Jan in the process. Actually it’s entirely his own fault – nobody made him stay here that night! I then slept until about 1:30 yesterday afternoon, ate a huge bowl of potato croquettes and spent the rest of the afternoon lying around with a book. In the evening I headed over to Jan’s where we ate spaghetti bolognese and watched a film with his flatmate. I have no idea what the film was called. This random group of people who wanted to be profilers have been sent to an island to complete a test. Something to do with simulations of murders and they’re supposed to try and make a profile of the killer. Except there turns out to be a real murderer on the island, and members of the group gradually start dying. It was… interesting. Weird and confusing but definitely interesting.
And today I went to look at a flat. One room for sleeping/living, a separate but very small kitchen and a tiny bathroom (no bath, just a shower. Does it still count as a bathroom then I wonder). The landlady is supposed to make a decision tonight because the girl who’s moving out wants to hand over the key tomorrow, so we’ll see. If all goes well I may have a flat by this time tomorrow. Fingers crossed please…
And now my time off is pretty much over. Tomorrow is Sunday and the day after that I’m back at work. The four days have gone by so fast.
But it’s February tomorrow so no more January blues. Hurray for that!

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Squeeee!

(WARNING: This entry is going to be a  long one!)

There was a mosquito in my room last night.

I had turned out the light and was snuggling down to get some well earned rest when I heard that distinctive mosquito noise next to my ear. Bloody things can’t just buzz like normal insects. No, it was that horrible high-pitched squeeee. Pathetic I know, but that sound terrifies me. I instantly sat up, one hand flailing around my ears in an attempt to get it away from me, and switched on the light. No way was I going to sleep with that thing in the room. And thus began the great mosquito hunt of 2008.

tasting blood
Tasting blood (Photo credit: Vilseskogen)

Unlike my boyfriend I can’t just squish insects with the palm of my hand (it’s disgusting! And what if it manages to get me while I’m trying to get it?), so the first thing to do was find a suitable mosquito squashing implement. A paper plate left over from my birthday picnic seemed perfect. Then came stage 2 – finding the stupid creature. Suprisingly, it didn’t take long. There it was above my bed. Lurking. Waiting for me to turn the light back out so it could squeeee it’s way past my ear again. Psychological warfare, that’s what it is! Well I wasn’t going to let him get away with it, was I? BANG went my paper plate on the wall. Naturally I missed. I always miss. So off I went again to find out where his evilness had hidden himself this time. It wasn’t so easy second time round, but after turning on the big light and pacing the room twice I spotted him on the wardrobe door. BANG! “Where is he? Did I get him?” Mr Mosquito was nowhere to be seen, but neither were any mosquito remains. Time for another patrol of the bedroom. After a few minutes of unsuccessful searching I decided to hope I’d managed to get him and return to bed.

Of course the evil git wasn’t dead was he. No, he was just hiding… waiting for the right moment.
As soon as I’d got snuggled up nice and cozy and was starting to doze off the high-pitched squeeee came again, right next to my ear. Aaarggh! This time my first reaction was to hide my head under the quilt. Then after a few minutes I slowly crept out, turned the light back on and reached for my paper plate. The bloody thing was nowhere to be found! I walked up and down the room, peered into corners… I even walked up and down on the bed to try and get a different perspective on things. No mosquito. By this time it was 20 to 1. Less than 6 hours til I had to get up for work. I went and lay down on the bed, this time keeping the light on and my eyes open, then when I was so sleepy my eyes were starting to close I switched off the light. I actually managed to get to sleep, for a while. Then I was woken up by shouting from the bar. Yes people it was bar night again. Sigh. And shortly after that… squeeee. Aaarggh!! Again I couldn’t find the bloody thing anywhere. After 20 minutes of searching I finally gave up and went to bed. The good news is that was the last squeeee of the night. The bad news is that the people in the bar chose that moment to turn the music up reeeally loud. It was after 4am when I was finally able to get some sleep. And I had to be up at 6:30. Wonderful.

If the bloody mosquitos would only wait til I was asleep before coming out it would be fine. Sure, they’d bite me and it would itch in the morning, but that would only be annoying. It’s not like I live in a country where I’m likely to get malaria. But that high-pitched squeeee just can’t be ignored.

One good thing about autumn being on its way… soon all the mosquitos will be dead and my room will be all mine again!

The lesser of two evils

I’m currently trying to decide whether to go over my boyfriend’s place or not.
Tonight is bar night here in my student residence, and my room is right above the bar. That means very loud music, random people talking outside… just generally noisiness basically. Bar night plus headache – probably not good. So Jan suggested I go over to his place. The advantage is no bar. The disadvantage? If I decide to go over there I have to take a tram across town. Before that I have to get my stuff together for a night over there and for work tomorrow. All with a headache. He’s going to call in a minute to find out what I want to do. And I have no idea which option makes me feel less ill.
Decisions, decisions.

The end of another week

How is it Friday already? That’s insane! This week has gone way too fast for me!
I’m very tired this morning. Friday is always a tired day for me. You see there’s a bar in the cellar of the student residence I live in. I live on the ground floor of the building. Guess what the ground floor is above?
That’s right, the cellar. And my room happens to be one of the ones that’s above the bar part of the cellar. This means every Thursday from 9:30pm onwards I get to hear the music drifting up from the bar. I wouldn’t mind so much if it was good music, but last night I was treated to the likes of Girls Aloud and Christina Millian. It was a long, long night. It’s a good job Friday is followed by Saturday and (usually) a nice long lie in.

Well, today is the first day of Das Fest, the free music festival I wrote about in a previous post. I love that it’s in Karlsruhe and that I can get there easily by tram. If it had been Mannheim or Stuttgart life wouldn’t have been nearly as good.

Tonight Jan and I are off to the aforementioned Fest to see Sportfreunde Stiller, a German band (in case you hadn’t guessed by the name). Quite a few of the Germans I know don’t like them, but I guess there must be Germans that do like them cos they seem to be pretty popular. Personally I think they’re brilliant for anyone trying to learn the language. They sing each word sooo clearly that I could understand them even at the very beginning of my year abroad. Not like some other bands I could mention. Kettcar for example… the only one of their songs I understood most of us without looking up the lyrics first was Balu, which also happens to be one of my favourite songs of theirs (not because I didn’t have to look it up, just because it’s a gorgeous song). Incidentally, Kettcar played at Das Fest a few years ago and I missed them! Still haven’t qite got over that yet.
Anyway, tonight it’s Sportfreunde Stiller. I’m not sure yet whether we’re going tomorrow. I do know Katy Tunstall is there then. As are Fettes Brot, another seemingly popular German band. At least I’ve heard the name… a lot. Never heard the music though, or at least not that I’m aware of.

But before I go and see the music I have 9 hours of work to get through.
I can’t believe Monday is the start of my last full week at this company!

Pre-bedtime blogging

I just watched the Germany / Portugal match with a bunch of Germans, which was fun. When you don’t care one way or the other it’s quite amusing to watch how the fans react. But for me, the best part of the whole match was when the cameras zoomed in to show Joachim Loew in his box and he was just lighting up a cigarette. Suddenly 4 of the people I was with sat up in shock and said “he smokes?!”. The pure astonishment on their faces had me in fits of laughter.

There’s a bar in the cellar of my building and they were showing the football match down there (I watched it in my kitchen with some others from my floor.) Now that the match is over it’s become a normal bar evening again… so the music is on. The music is loud, and I live on the ground floor, right above the music. Guess how much sleep I’m going to get tonight?? The good thing about the bar is that it’s only open on Thursdays, so I only have to put up with it once a week. The bad thing about it is… well, the fact that it’s only open on Thursdays. Friday would suit me better – at least then I get to have a lie in the next day. But it can’t be helped. I’m just going to have to bury my head under the pillow tonight.

Oh, here’s something I meant to write about earlier, before I got side-tracked by my lack of housewifely talent…
On Tuesday I got an email from someone at the company in Ettlingen where I’ve applied for a job. They want to me to do a practice translation and 2 practice proofreads for them. The woman who wrote to me said we could talk about details by phone, so I wrote back to say she could send me the texts and if she told me when would be best I would call her, or she could call me on my mobile. She replied yesterday saying she would call me “tomorrow or the next day”. I managed to forget about it for quite large parts of today, but then I would see my phone sitting on the desk and be reminded again, causing butterflies to start flaping around in my stomach. By the time I had my lunch break at 1pm I was a nervous wreck. And the bloody woman didn’t even call! Now I have to go through it all again tomorrow. And all she wants to do is talk to me about practice translations! If this is what I’m like when it’s just a phone call I don’t even want to imagine how I’ll be if they actually invite me for an interview!
I’m so not good at this job hunting lark….

They’ve started playing football songs in the bar now. “Football’s Coming Home” just came on. I love how the Germans always start singing that when their team wins. Makes me smile every time.