Haven't been here for a while

And I do apologise. But I've been fairly busy so short mindless tweets or tumbles have been more convenient. And I'm a little tired of forming sentences and writing them in an acceptable form.

It's been about a month since I'm back from Latvia and I already miss it. Not that London isn't nice, it is still wonderful and weird, but we had proper snow in LV. And my family whom I detest yet adore at the same time. My beautiful friends whom I wish were here every day. I miss the language - even though I've been mainly thinking in English Latvian is still my language. I'm afraid I'm annoying everyone who ever liked me just because I can't stop comparing everything with how things are in Latvia. Yes, yes, I understand you have this interesting and effective thing you do in Slovakia, but let me tell you about how we screw things up in a glorious fashion back at home. That sort of thing.

I've kept myself entertained by school and reading. And internet. Which is probably made by devil because how else would it be so awesome?

I still need to transcribe those two sodding interviews I did with Maija and Agi, and I can't bring myself to do it. Perhaps I should wait until the state of panic comes to be and then we can figure something out.. I also need to do a seminar transcript and I shall use the same method of motivation for that.

I've been rather cultural - when Maija was here we went to a Royal Philharmonic orchestra concert(thanks to Maija the tickets were stupid cheap, at least for London standards). I shall go to another one this Wednesday with my Slavka and Oli and Slavka's boyfriend Marushka(his name is Mario, but I can't resist the girl's last name). They will play two Rachmaninovs, a Liszt and a Dvorák. Should be good.

Also Hema is gone and I've come to terms with it. It is strange how I can be so sad about her leaving, it's not like we met every day. I guess it might be just that before she left I knew I always could go and see her if I felt like it. And now I can't even call her or text her, because she's in bloody fucking Mauritius. She seems happy from what I hear - she got drunk on the first evening and started complaining about the weather in the first few hours after getting off the plane. And if she's complaining she must be well.

I'm concerned about Rao, though. He seems to be the emotional one in this relationship and I don't know how to help him. I'm not big on comforting people who have these kinds of problems, due to my own emotional capacity equivalent to a teaspoon. But I went with him to see her off in Heathrow, and then I went with him to pick up the rest of their stuff because he's moving out to live with his cousin. I still have bags and bags of his stuff in my room and I dread the day when he'll come to pick them up because we'll probably talk about Hema and he might break down and all I'll be able to do is pat him on the back and say "There, there." Some people are good at this sort of thing. I am not.

When we were cleaning out the old place, he kept on thanking me about helping him and keeping him company. It became uncomfortable after a while because really - how many times can you say "No problem, I really don't mind, I would probably have spent the day stuck in my room so this is good"? It gets old after the first two or three or gazillion times.

In other news - I am again the only single person in this flat. Slavka is back on with Marushka, Stanka met her Peter and she seems to like him a lot. He spends an awful lot of time here. It annoys me. I don't mind Marushka that much, because he never stays for too long and isn't here every other day, but when Peter comes over it seems like he'll never ever leave.

Of course, Marushka's visits have the downside of me having to listen to them have sex behind the wall(I have learned that a good strategy is to move to my bed in the opposite side and have some sort of noise always on), but I can deal with it. At least they close the door. Stanka and Peter sometimes don't. I don't consider myself to be too uptight and conservative about these things, but if I have to pretty much take part in their make-out sessions every time I go to the bathroom, I might see that as a little too much.

In other news, I have a rhetorical question. Why do men ask for a phone number and then not use it? It wasn't even one of those times where he would ask for a phone number as a courtesy, he really didn't have to. And now that he has it, why are there no calls or texts?

I can't even say that I'm terribly into this guy, I hardly know him and he's a bit too quiet for my taste, but that doesn't mean that I would pass on going to the movies or something silly like that.

It's a little like my electricity/gas account thing. The guy said they'd call me to ask for readings in the next two weeks - it's been a month and there have been no calls. I expect them, why are they not happening? It's not like I necessarily need to talk on the phone, I'd rather not, to be honest, but if you do go out of your way to tell me that there would be a phone call I expect it to actually happen. I'm prepared for it. Where is my phone call?!

To add to the list of unimportant things that happened to me, today I confirmed that I do indeed have balls. Imaginary as they might be, they are the realest I could have without surgical intervention.

We're doing questionnaires in our Research module, and there's this 7 question thing that I need to find 5 people to fill in. They all need to be MDX staff or students. So, naturally, I decided to go for people I know instead of bothering strangers in the Quad. And in a conversation with Slavka we agreed that if any of us three decide to go for teachers, Tunc is mine. That sounded a little less creepy in my head. But then it was also pretty clear that I'd need to be in a pretty brave or drunk state to actually go up and ask him to fill our stupid, stupid questionnaire. I didn't even make the questions, so it's not up to me what will be asked. I didn't think I'd do it. I thought I'd just be shuffling around for so long that he'd be gone by the time I'd get to the front of the class. But he was staying behind talking to some other students. And I suddenly decided that I shall collect my girl balls and will go talk to him. And he didn't mind. It actually went exactly how I imagined - down to the finishing "Is that all?" and "Unless you had something else". Ok, so almost according to the script, but nevermind that.

This seems to be all I wanted to say.

I can perhaps add that I adore my flatmates. If I ever criticise them it's only a minor thing, all in all they're swell gals and I'm lucky to have them. Perhaps I have a little more in common with Slavka, but I like Stanka very much and we have nice times together. So, yes. I am for once happy with the people I am living with.