day 69

day 69
well i havn't posted in a while, so i'm gonna try to start off were i left off. i'm not really sure were ileft off but i am sure that i did. this first week i have spent far more money than i think i needed . i bought about a months worth of food on monday (1kg spagehitti, 1kg rotinni, 500 g rice, a bushle of potatoes, various spices, vegitables ect...) along with more resturant food than i have eaten in schwabish hall total. i think i"m begining to undertand city life better than i knew it before. fast food is every were and it smells good so its very temping to skip cooking and just eat a big slice of pizza or while waiting for the train its temping to go to the bakery and get some kinda pastery.
every day i go to the train stop and i see the same two old muslim ladies sitting on the stairs up to the terminal. one has two children. each of them have beutiful voices that sound desperate it sounds almost as if they are praying in arabic. but its obvious that they are begging. i feel sorry for them but refuse to give them money. call me cinicaal but i have no idea what they are gonna spend it on. i"m not gonna pay for their drug addiction. and i doubt that the change i could spare would be enough to help them in the long run.
today i woke up and went out to find a note book. i walked down the shopping street to find a store that i knew sold notebooks in germany. but in austria it looked like thy only sold perfumes and stuff. so i decided to chek the book store by the central office, nope only books. then it hit me, the book store at the university building so i got my note books. then i looked at the time and decided to come back to the dorm and make lunch. i have mashed potatoes with carrots butter cheese and broclli. then i went to the central office to say good bye to mom and dad (who are going on a mission trip) and i saw a "dollar" store (actually it was labeled euro haus) and i found a frying pan (which i deseratly needed) allong with a cooks knife (2 euro) it was a cheap knife so i decided to get a sharpening steel as well total it was about 22 euro. then i went to the office and talked to mom and dad and looked up recipes. then i came back to the dorm and made stirfry. (i forgot i had brocoli) with green peppers the peas i had left over from the tuna noodle cassorol and carrots. it was good. then iveta (a girl whom i just met last friday) (i think she is from croashia or some placce but moved to minnesota) she walked in and said das rieched good (that smells good) i said huh.. still thinking in english. then she invited me out to dinner with a group of people she said james maggi and lindsey (these people rarley hang out together at all) but i think she has trouble with names so it could be adam emily and jaclyn (the three people i dispise the most on the program) so i said no i'm having dinner right now. then she asked if i wanted to go out in the city with them latter. i said sure so she asked for my phone number and i said i don"t know my phone number as i walked to my room to get it. and she laughed and said what!? i said i have never needed to call my self. so i got her my phone number she said she would call me at 7:00ish i"m think of not being here and forgetting my phone so i don't have to deal with them but that would be rude. so i may go out with them and if the drinking starts i"m just gonna leave. if they try to make me stay i"ll kindly explain that i don't wanna deal with there drunken bodies after sitting uncofortable in a bar for several hours.
i don't have any week end plans. i guess i'll try to make the internet work or go out and take pictures or somthing.
the room i'm in is beutifull except i think some one left my window open all the time between semesters so the ceiling above the window is falling apart. when i first arrived i saw it and it looked like the dry wall was deterieorating but now that a chuck has fallen i see it was about 10 layers of white paint that was on a stone/concrete celing that got wet and lost stickyness. so i"m gonna take a picture and keep it so when the dorm director yells at me i can say i wrote it down on the room report and that i took a picture the first day.