Inaugural Post

I feel like I'm in the way.

It's 8:13 in the morning and the cleaning crew is mopping the floor of the computer room. I'm on the hostel computers because I'm too lazy to drag my laptop down six flights of stairs. That would involve walking back up the six flights of stairs to my room. I'll pass.

Some American girls moved in to my dorm room last night. Its a big room, 12 beds, although part of it can be partitioned so if the people in their enclave feel like being seperate they can and then the big room really only has 8 beds. There's also a loft with two beds, which was taken the night I moved in, but I really would have like to move up there. Its private, for one thing.

I thought about asking the American girls if they wanted to go get some food. They're cute, and apparently nice, but I was struck with dread at the prospect of the conversation we would have, the same conversation I've had with almost every single person I've interacted with since I've been here. The "oh, where are you from I'm from here they sure do things differently over here." conversation. After five days I'm bored with the getting-to-know-you-in-Europe small talk. Maybe this is why I'm bad at making friends: getting to know people is profoundly boring work.

On the bright side, the book I'm reading, A Fraction of the Whole, is great. I previously breezed through Haruki Murakami's After the Quake in two evenings. Also a great book. And I've taken a lot of pretty pictures that I have yet to put on the internets because the internet connection at the hostel sucks. I'm hoping things will be better at school.

I'll try to sum up the last five days a little later. Not that anything of great interest has happened...

But first, breakfast!