Osky vs. Germany: v2.0

Another fight against Germany, but this time it was more of a Franco-Germanic alliace against me. I woke up early after going to sleep early (in the realm of 22.30 or so) but I decided to sleep in a bit longer and I ended up being much more tired than I originally was, so I was a bit upset about that. After rolling out of bed I SMSed Nic to see if he wanted to go see the Luxembourgoise Philharmonic Orchestra tonight, and he said sure, so I decided to go over to the Palais de Musique et de Congrès but alas they were closed and my feet hurt. I felt so waisted at this point since I walked the entire length of the city and was in a suburb, but I took the tram back to Observatoire so that I could go to Kehl to do some grocery shopping.

The bus there was alright, despite the French-Moroccan students that were hoarding around me while at the bus, and were speaking in some weird dialect of French that I couldn’t understand. It was gross too since they were putting their faces on the windows (how unsanitary), and apparently some schools go on during the weekends; but luckily not me.

So I get to Kehl in no time, and then I walk down the main street to the market, and go to a Woolworths to get some stuff. I bought a cheap toaster, hangers, and a laundry basket (finally!) and then had to struggle with communication with the cashier who didn’t understand what I was saying in English or French. Sigh; life goes on. After that I went to the discount grocery store where I buy groceries, and struggling to find yoghurt and such since everything is only in German and no translations at all. It’s really difficult to figure out what I needed and wanted, but everything is cheap so I don’t think I really cared.

Toaster.01

After struggling to carry all the groceries back to the bus stop I got onto the crowded bus and realized that there was gonna be no way I get back to Observatoire without people bitching at me about my laundry basket, so I got to Point de Rhin which is in France and began walking home (also since the bus was to arrive in another 20 mins). So I get lost following the signs to Esplanade, but eventually recognize something and see the N°2 bus go in the opposite direction so I knew I was in the right path. Meanwhile all the temperature signs say it’s 32°C which amazed me, but not really cause I was fucking hot. Apart from that crazy French people are wearing pants and sweaters, what the..!

Anyways, after crossing some sketchy highways and parts of town I get to Observatoire and the bus drives by just behind me. I beat the bus; that’s sad. However my feet hurt like hell and it felt like I had a pebble in my shoe, but I kept cleaning it out. I see the tram and contemplate taking it, but I didn’t want to run across the street and as I go buy the little indicator thing says ‘6 minutes’ until the next train. So I walk down Boul. de la Victoire to my residence, and again I beat the tram. How is it that I beat the tram and the bus after walking from Germany? In a way I beat both countries until I hit the 6 flights, 117 steps of stairs. By the end I was out of breath and pain in my feets. I turns out I have blisters right on the soles of my feet so I popped them and cleaned them and such and then layed down. I went over to Crystal’s to use her internet but because she’s a mormon she has some religious conference today so she had to leave and as a result I did too. I was trying to update my blogg but obviously wasn’t going to get done.

It really is sad that I’m slightly using her for her internet, but no matter. By the time that I am done most of my stuff I will have my own internet connection and I won’t need to even go over there at all. Hopefully she won’t stalk me or call me in the next few minutes becasue I’m going out, and frankly I don’t want her going too. I took a nap and then I got a SMS from Nic asking what was going on with the concert, and I told him I didn’t know how much it was and it was some contempory crap music anyways, so we decided to do something ‘else’ instead. In my head I had ‘film film film’ going the whole time, but after I ate something and did a bit of homework and recopying/organising of notes, he messaged me back saying that we should either watch a film ‘chez lui’ or go to an Irish Pub for live music. My gut tells me ‘bleh’ to the pub idea; 1) because I don’t wanna spend more money, and 2) I don’t wanna do laundry again, but anyways I decided that it might be nice. So he said that he would be here to ‘pick me up’ at 22.00, and now I’ve got 2 hours to eat and get ready. Hopefully this time I won’t have a wardrobe malfunction; but in all honesty I would have preferred to watch a film. It’s more relaxing and I don’t have to worry about anything! His host mother is a film critic and living in a fucking amazingly huge apartment near the Conseil de l’Europe, alas he has about a million DVDs to watch, and we get stuck going to an Irish Pub.

I can just imagine what happens, we get in there, I decide that I’m not in the mood, and by that time I’m already being ditched by Mr. Social-Butterfly. So here’s the deal, if I get ditched for longer than 20 minutes by myself, I’m going to jet since he’s obviously pre-occupied, but otherwise I’ll stay. Maybe I’m reading too far into this situation and assuming the worst, but honestly now why shouldn’t I think the worst with all the horrible shit that happens to me on a regular basis? Booo Negativity.

So all in all the score now Franco-German-Alliance 2 vs. Osky 1. Bah I’m still loosing, but hopefully soon I can catch up by doing something, but I haven’t decided what yet.

Back from the evening out, and wasn’t exactly what I expected. Nic changed his mind at the last minute and wanted to meet me 15mins early so I was in a panic. We went to this Irish Pub, with some live music which wasn’t too bad, but clearly Nic wasn’t in this kind of mood. We talked a little bit and the music was making him depressed and he was really tired from swimming all day so we left a bit early, and clearly the whole evening was really mellow. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but maybe he was upset about something but I didn’t want to pry as that would be really creepy of me. One thing that stuck out like a sore thumb in the whole evening was when the guy playing the guitar was playing Robbie Williams’ “Feel” which is a song that kills me inside every time I hear it. I don’t know what it is about it, but it just has an affect on me that makes my heart break, and I was really trying to hide it the whole time; and luckily the guy cut it short before the change of key (which was obviously out of his range), and I was saved from starting to weep. But I couldn’t help but look across the table at some moments, but life goes on.

Sadly for him, his friends that were supposed to meet us there bailed at the last minute for whatever reasons, but he seemed to enjoy at least some company, and he said he’d call tomorrow so I dunno!

Correction: Song just playing now that describes the situation / day feeling in totality:

Rainy Day Man
When I think about the first time,
I thought I found someone who cared for me
But things were not as they appeared to be.

Rainy day man,
On your shoulder I cried
When my first brush with love
Left me shaken inside.
Rainy day, rainy day man.

Ever since I can remember
Just like a brother, you’ve been strong and true
Always been the one to see me through.

Rainy day man,
You’re much more than a friend
I would give anything
Just to see you again.
Rainy day, rainy day, rainy day man.

Always been the one to see me through.

Rainy day man,
On you shoulder I cried
When my first brush with love
Left me shaken inside.

Rainy day man,
You’re much more than a friend
I would give anything
Just to see you again.
Rainy day, rainy day, rainy day, rainy day man.

Is it such a pathetic fallacy that it’s also raining outside right now? Wow; just wow.

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