Days and nights

First about my day: I went to class, which was meh because I learned what sociology was. Meh because I knew what sociology was already. I then decided I was going to find a club to join, so I wound up joining the Feminist Collective and the Tramping Club. Wooooooo I'm excited. Meeting more people! More friends I hope? And the TC was celebrating three people's birthdays so they had cake and gave me two pieces, which was awesome. May or may not have been a selling point for me - did I mention that you have to pay to join clubs here? Strange because at Gustavus you don't...

I got back to my flat and hung around for a while. I was so gross and sweaty from speedwalking to class and walking back that I didn't really feel like doing much, not to mention I was, for some reason, completely exhausted? It was strange. I skyped with my parents about my dance class dilemma, and have decided to talk to my professor tomorrow to discuss what would be the best option for me regarding the class and being an international student and not wanting to have to be at every Friday class and whatnot. So that will be awkward, I think. I feel weird anyway.

I cooked dinner - cooked chicken for I think the first time in my life, it was pretty good - and then hung around my flat some more. A bunch of people were going to town tonight but I didn't join in since I have class in the morning, and dance class where I need to be more alert than other classes. So it was me, David, Andrew, and a guy from another flat, Rob, just hanging out in my flat for a good chunk of the night.

Anyway, my flatmates are hilarious because I started dancing, right, and so Andrew and David started dancing too - though I think Andrew was doing more karate crane moves while David was busting out his hilariously awkward imitation ballet moves. I hung out with these guys all night and it was actually really fun. I'm not used to spending the majority of my time with guys, but they're cool (for the most part) and they make me laugh between Andrew's short shorts and cooking apron and David insisting on calling himself "Uncle D" (as if that's going to catch on) and constantly saying, "oh.. I crack myself up". Oh, and they're trying to come up with awful pick-up lines which are ridiculous but hilarious as well. (My biggest complaint about them: they do not clean the kitchen very well. They try, but there is food still left on the pots and pans after they wash them. Also sometimes I feel like they act like annoying little brothers, but only sometimes.) Anyway, we've decided to have some sort of fun flat weekend, where I made them promise that we would go out dancing at Queen Street and they will dance with me and not be funsuckers like last weekend. Seriously, I told them that was the condition of the weekend, and they seem to feel bad about last weekend so they agreed, albeit somewhat reluctantly. Hopefully we'll find some other people to go out with us, like some IES or PSV people? We'll see. And I think the plan is to have some sort of party at the flat to meet some more PSV people since I swear I am the only person (well, besides Kelsi but she's never around our flat) who knows other people who live at PSV..

I'm really enjoying my flatmates though, Adi and Kelsi too (though as I said, Kelsi's not around much, but she has other friends who live in PSV so she's always at her friends' flats). And despite our different levels of cleanliness, different eating habits, and different personalities we're all getting along really well. I think it's going to be awesome living with these people for the next four months. Such a good feeling.