aleenchain @ 2010-10-10T01: 02:00
E 'exactly a week since I arrived.
After all the posts about horrible things and sad, I wish I had a few posts of my life here at the houses.
My favorite moment is ready to eat in the kitchen. And 'Hooch, chaotic, messy, there are never any pots or dishes that you serve, remove the refrigerator before you find where your things are over, the challenge electric stove do not burn the stuff, run to the kitchen to your compartment to the cupboard to retrieve all the pieces, then there's the queue to wash the dishes and towels are still damp to dry ... sometimes get to the end that they are simply exhausted. but I enjoyed it a lot.
step Sometimes the meal in silence, enjoying the confusion and sketches of the other, sometimes, like today, I can talk.
Attach button while playing tetris between the plates I find it much easier than doing it once sitting at the table. There is always someone cooking something interesting.
seems too small here to have a reputation of being a "who can cook." It is not I know how to cook, more than I can say that I get along fairly well, is that most of the girls here are doing so for the first time.
Today the women of Rome (not otaku) Motl has enjoyed the smell that came from my frying pan (baked beans sauteed with bacon and grated carrots, various herbs and a pinch of pepper, with white rice as an accompaniment). and proposed to enlist as a cook. Auks I told her that if she wanted to cook something together I was very happy. And another (his pops) wanted to learn how to make white rice, because she only knew how to do risotto (ok, the thing I'm not clear even now). And then we had lunch together and rice and I finally made my first cup of coffee for more than one person. and it was nice.
The nicest thing happened later.
Over coffee I wanted to eat one of the fake hugs that I bought myself this morning and thought I'd offer them to the other two girls. so I have taken 6 and I was placing them on a napkin at mo 'flower. Since the end of the table is the girl singing "you can not! looks nice what he did! I was looking and I did not realize it now! but nice! did the flower in the middle of the three cups! "
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Someone was watching me. It was nice to find what I was doing.
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LEI (for which I the evening the choir so I have great admiration) was watching me, looking and was finding what I was doing.
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I, quite taken aback, I replied that I liked "pretty much useless, but these things" (... why have the ham slices on a plate is useless, cardboard thrown on the table in front of guests is more than enough ...). She and her roommate were in agreement that, to have breakfast as well, but you know how well they would wake up!
I moved a mess. I know it's only a joke, but also why I moved. Because I would love to have coffee with someone-tachi so you can have for us-tachi flower-shaped cookies on the towel, knowing that this is appreciated.
And then a couple of minutes later, as both me and her we were shooting for the kitchen to fix our tools, but she hugs me to dodge. and I can not remember what he told me, but the gist was that it felt like a hug for a moment. And I said that I was happy.
God, how I needed this kind of human contact. To hear I go well, I come even appreciated a bit '.
There is always my esteem that friendship is above all in the field fell below zero, but by now I do not know well enough. The rush to "stay the excluded class" I have often felt since I came here, but I left it too often fall. A meal by itself, the fact that none speaks to me, do not take them more as evidence that I have failed to make me nice, but I am quite on my own. I feel quiet on my own.
But there is also my great need to feel safe. What a little 'scares me, because it is really huge. But has the
its reasons to exist.
The girl singing all of them feel safe. And they all laugh. Create an atmosphere, along with her friends, that makes you feel perfectly in the company even if you're not talking to anyone, even if you look only. And it's the atmosphere that the organizers of the school are keen to create their own, have it as policy. It 's more than sell you a room, a kitchen, a bathroom, that's all there.
I'm doing the full this atmosphere. I do not have it any more and I can not give (you must have a lot in, you must have lived a lot, to give it to others) and I will not give anything because of all that I have not given me anymore.
So get something, a laugh, a hug, a little 'sympathy for free so I am a good soul.
Sometimes I give myself something of this kind. I did not understand why, but when I chat with the Austrian girl she laughs a lot for the words I use. But just laughs heartily. But I remain astonished when she speaks in front of his ability to use Italian. The tenses are all beyond a shadow of its failure or delays.
Here is the group of otaku. Oh, counting that 80 percent of girls in here will start to study or is studying Japanese, perhaps we should say that there is a feature that meanders a bit otakujjante 'everywhere. One thing very relaxed feeling because I can play on common ground. But there are other ones otaku, which speak only of anime and cosplay, and after a while 'are a bit' heavy. When I see them are torn: on the one hand I would take a heavy club, on the other fangirlizzare know how much fun and so do not feel like sharing that attract criticism, even if a little 'if they deserve .... if they did not always talk about that, but gave the impression to notice the people around them. Just a little bit.
With them I decided that I will not make that much, because I'm sick of this type of company. The first night I thought that I would be fine with them, but then gradually I started to think "But there's more? It 's the same old story which extols him as a heavenly world in yaoi which all are so much Pucci and smile at you, where they exchange things for when you find brilliant cliché and instead are market choices that are positioned at art? Very nice, please, seriously, but I now I want another. "
This does not prevent me to have my interests cmq on, and launch of hooks so from time to time to the other girls otakujjanti, like the two that spoke of an idol group.
each other "... my boyfriend saw them and said" ah! but the bottom is a boy! "and I" ... ALL of the guys are really ... "".
I stir my soup "... but that group is?" They
"no, no, a Japanese ..." I
"AppuntoXD, who are they?" They
" i. .. "I
with the evil grin on his face" does not I know them, cmq a group in which all women go through is a nice place to partenzaXD "
One of the two later came to ask me to do with co-conspirator if I was studying Japanese.
I think it's excessive to bother me, not the fangirl otakujjante in itself.
But here, the group of otaku, at least until they put the adsl spread throughout the hostel, try as (intentionally or not) can not completely isolated. Must still eat, get out, talk to other non-otaku, and do not have company and concentrated on his obsession. company and here is beautiful, diverse, friendly and intelligent, is part of "normal" people but not the company "normal" in the sense of GrandeFratello, stereotypical fashion, creativity and free ways to spend (many) money a more depressing than the other. It 's a company that stands quietly for fun comparison with the fangirls, you do not feel excluded because fangirlizzi. I wonder how the
Thew would come out if he was here, instead of an apartment block and become well-disposed toward the black hole autofagocitante. A center of the world in which the world did not exist, nor that there were more people inside.
E 'a useless question, but I find myself often but I do not want pormela.
I really hope that with ADSL spread everywhere does not destroy everything here.
Maybe people here are less willing to be enchanted.
I've never written so much for the argument as this week.
And I never ate so much pasta and bread as this week, but physically I feel Strabo.
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