kitchen, hygiene and the sharing an appartment conflict

I guess my mum was right. Something must be wrong with me. I don't see it. I'm very sorry, but I just don't see it. To me the kitchen looks ok. I admit, it's not perfect, but it's fine. There's some empty bottles, empty food boxes (yes, som people are ordering food everyday...), dirty dishes (but NOTHING compared to Emma) standing around, but for some reason, they escape my view. I guess I have a very good mode in my brain of only seeing things I want to see and shutting out the rest. Well, I have some trouble shutting out the funny smell, but after a while even that doesn't bother you anymore...
It's kinda funny, some people here, I guess are really looking forward to their own place again because it's so dirty here - I am really looking forward to living in my own place because then noone's bothering me with "It's so dirty here, I can't stand it anymore, we need to clean." I kinda feel sorry for those people... I'm so incomprehensive in that respect.
Yes, I think not moving in together in the near future really is a good idea, Jens ;-) Maybe not because you're such a lazy, untidy person, but maybe because I am that a lot more...?!?!
I mean, sharing a room is a really interesting experience, and it's ok, but right now I can't wait til the 2 months are over and I will have a room for myself again. I guess I'm just not shaped for that kind of life. Though I'm starting getting a bit worried about the future: I can only move in with a guy when I have enough money to afford a flat (or house) with an extra bedroom just for me! Sound isolated, so I can hear music as loud (and as bad music) as I feel like - while singing to it, dancing and jumping around in my underwear (yes Harry, OR even naked!). And maybe also an extra kitchen just for me, where I can leave as much dirty dishes as I want.

about ass and man

The last couple of days, I made a bit closer contact with the mexican dancing culture... Nice. very nice.
BUT: I have to admit, I find it a little irritating, when a guy shakes his ass and shoulders better than I (a girl!) do. I am not used to this. I am also not used to having to give up the leading role when dancing with a male counterpart. At home (both Germany and Norway), even when you're lucky enough finding a guy in a discotheque who has at least heard about this thing called "dance" before, knows roughly what it means and is actually willing to try it with you (3 conditions having to be fulfilled, you can imagine THIS IS NOT AN ESY TASK, and it doesn't even include the fourth condition that he will actually have a feeling of rhythm (!), which in most cases German and Skandinavian guys just don't - I'm sorry...) - you (the girl) will decide where this dance is going (yes, the missing fourth condition...). SHE is in control. Even if the rare case of the guy fulfilling the fourth condition should occur.
Here... you can just forget about that. You're being pushed and pulled in so many different directions that you really don't know anymore where actually to put your feet. And if that's not already embarrassing enough, he moves his hips with such elegance... I mean, I never considered myself THE born dancer, depressingly enough that I had to realize: I suck. Big time. Every damn average Mexican guy moves with more rhythm, and more flexible hip, ass and shoulder shakings than I do. I'm completely stiff. Oh my God. Never felt so German in my life...
I don't want to begin telling you about the Mexican girls' feeling for music. Then I can just throw myself out of the window.
I want to go back to the place where girls rule!!! At least the dancing domain...;-)

a little bit of sports

Hola!
Just wanted to inform you that I'm going to apply for Wimbledon for non-professionals next year! Had my first our of tennis on Sunday, and I am really confident about my performance. I am very sure I would win the who-shoots-the-ball-the-highest-over-the-fence discipline at least.
Today I went for climbing, but that was rather diappointing. 5 months of doing nothing have left their traces. Or better: took away any traces that might have been left of muscles in my arms. Ah, and my fingers hurt...
Unfortunately, school really has a negativ effect on my training results, I just don't have time enough to train. stupid homework. Am sitting at this stupid table all day... Well, I hope you have more time to do what you want!!!
Saludos,