September 13, 2010 § Leave a comment
Today I woke up to my new alarm clock which I had set to make sure I know how to use it. I purposely bought one with a radio and HUGE font and BIG speakesr so that there’s no way on earth I’m ever late to class – we’ll see 🙂 I started the day pretty lazily, but little by little I got inspired to get out again, at least for a little bit – took a shower, washed my hair this time… for at least 4 years now I’ve made it a habit to wash my hair every day, but here, now I feel very wasteful and American for even considering it. Maybe it’s the cramped shower stall, or the water which shortly after being turned on turns from scolding hot to cold – so I’ve just decided it was time to approach things in a more progressive fashion. So anyway, I washed hair, had a bite to eat, made some delicious mocha coffee, grabbed my bike and on my way I went…
The plan was big – it included all kinds of errands that I had been putting off for a while now like figuring out my trash situation, and/or getting a form to sign off on the electric bill and/or something else I can’t remember. None of which of course happened… Instead, I went to the library. I’ve been meaning to return the two DVDs and 3 CDs that I borrowed last week and was eager to replace them with a brand new batch. An hour or two later… I was ready to check out. The check out system there is electronic and of course, all in Dutch. Last time it took me a while to figure it all out, but this time I wizzed through it like pro and waltzed out of there – oh – so – proud.
My DVD selection included:
Season 4 of Curb Your Enthusiasm for a little down to earth/ slice of home humor and..
Deconstructing Harry, which I don’t believe I’ve ever seen, but for some reason have the pretentious urge to become a Woody Allen fan.
My CD selections included:
Ani Difranco – 2 disc awesomeness for days when I need some really good lyrics.
Norah Jones – for maybe times when i just wanna be mellow and sad…, maybe.
HUMO’s Top 2007 mix – 2 disc for when the radio is playing crap and I feel like dancing
But the real treasures are the following…
4 disks of Total Africa (Franco, Ismael Lo, Pepe Kalle, Salif Keita, Papa Wemba) – aside from loving that kind of stuff in general and having a soft spot for africa – the other day I came across some sort of market/sports festival thing that had a dance booth that was promoting their classes and open house. The woman was dancing Salsa but she was this awesome AFRICAN woman and just totally inspired me to sign up for something – they even gave me a class schedule. So, it’ll either be african dance for me, or Bollywood (last CD selection – Spirit of India)
So far I’ve listened to 3/4 of the African discs and they are AWESOME… so nice to dance to, but I can’t wait to hear the Indian one. Hopefully this will help me make my decision 🙂
Anyway, after the Bibliotheek, I walked across the street to the mall for some leftover shopping. I was really hoping to sit down somewhere for a cup of coffee, but before I had the chance to find a place – my phone rang, for the third time ever. I hesitated to answer it in the middle of a store, as I didn’t really know who it could be or whether or not I would be able to converse with them (the first time it ever rang was a wrong # and they did NOT speak english). Neither did this guy. I did however manage to a) sound like a total douch in the store I was in – repeating ‘only English’ over and over again to try and let the person on the other line know that I have NO idea what they’re sputtering a mile a minute and b) decipher that this was my DSL guy calling to let me know he’ll be at my place in 5 minutes… veif? or so I think. The thing is though, I was never expecting a DSL guy to come, so not only was a slightly confused but a little worried since I thought it might still be my stalker calling… he did afterall work at the same store.
Not until we actually met did I calm down about the situation, although when at one point he left for a few minutes and said to let him back-in, in three (drie) – instead of opening from my kick video intercom system, I actually took the elevator down just to make sure he was alone… silly, but seriously, i couldn’t be sure.
I should probably elaborate about the stalker thing, but it’s a long story… lets just say there was a strange date, that didn’t go so well and lots of unwanted txts and emails before and after. And with the whole cultural divide, I just wasn’t sure what it all meant or how far this guy was willing to go… all the while feeling like I ought to not give Americans a bad name, cause apparently we’re not like super liked here. psssh But anyway, it’s been a few days since I explicitly asked to be left alone (the whole ignoring thing apparently doesn’t mean the same thing here… :/) So far, so good. (FYI, I know what you’re all thinking, karma’s a bitch, but coming from me it’s so much cuter, right..?! 🙂
Anyway, my DSL guy looked nothing like the type you’d have back home – this guy, well ok – he was Turkish (which according to people here means something… to me it just means AWESOME), but he was young and normal looking and CUTE! Of course, I was so paranoid about stalker dude, I was probably a total bitch to him – Sorry DSL guy! Apparently, kindness is sometimes lost in translation too.
Anyway, by the time he left the sun had come out and I was dying to get a taste of my new music selection – So I made some tea, put on some african beats and marveled out my lovely window…