Send me that stick, Ross!

"Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities." - Voltaire

Manuel moved out this morning. It's sad. He left a lot of random stuff here.

I'm having trouble finding songs on my iTunes that I haven't listened to in September. I really need more music. I've listened to it all multiple times. With no TV, all I can do is listen to music and read.

There were two guys in Manuel’s room this afternoon painting it. They were just kind of hanging out around his room and my kitchen. Ah, I miss Manuel.

After class this evening, the six of us went to Händelstraße, made dinner, and talked about Italy. Dinner was really good. My gosh, those people can cook. And it’s all so simple and it’s not out of a box or microwavable. It’s incredible. Italian, Indian, normal… it’s all so good. We booked our tickets to Italy. It was €38 per person.

Then this evening I had to meet Ibrahim by the lake. I had just arrived when some other guy stopped walking and started talking to me. His name was Mobly or something. And he definitely was hitting on me. But I told him I was waiting for someone and he said, “so it’s too late for Mobly?” and I said yes. He told me that if the person I was waiting for didn’t show up, then to come find him. But by that time Ibrahim was there. We talked for a while and he said he loved me. Ok, that was a little weird and creepy. I basically told him to back off (but in a nicer way, of course). He kept insisting and I kept insisting, and eventually we left and I had him teach me some French.