This place is tainted with the mundaneness of life, deprived of classical music, contemplations of any sorts, and conversations that stretch beyond reality. Or, this place is not tainted with classical music, contemplations of whatsoever, and conversations that stretch beyond reality, and is fulfilled at its entirety of the richness of life. I used to agree with the first statement more often. And I agree with the latter one when I'm actually here, in the kitchen.
And now I have moved back from there when I finished drinking the left over soup from my girlfriend's hotpot-flavored noodles. I didn't intend to taste anything related to instant noodles today, and therefore I treasured the opportunity, to the extent that I microwaved it for one minute and a half just in order for it to be drunk at the right temperature. With my earphones in, I can hear the piano much more clearly, the same piano pieces I put on whenever I write about my own life, not to appreciate them for sure, just merely calm me with their repetition and the beautiful certainness within.
Today, I slept until 3 PM in the afternoon, and got up at almost 3:20 PM to go to the Social Entrepreneurship class scheduled at 3:45 PM in the D-Forge. In the cafe down in the library where the D-Forge is situated, I bought 3 cups of freshly squeezed orange juice, and knocked over one of them. I had to clean the mess up, and though, fortunately, the German cashier was nice enough to offer me another one for free. It was this period of time delayed that I actually get to engaged in a chitchat with one of my black acquaintances whose name I don't remember. It was him who told us that the class has been relocated to East Hall 5 and we walked there together. I asked him, during, if he feels ready for the Assessed Lab for the Statistical Concepts and Data Analysis course, and he said no, because he's not familiar with the coding part, to which I agreed for in our group it was the same situation.
During the class, we are assigned with a design-thinking task that mandates us to conjecture a person based on a set of photographs that he took, to identify that person's problems and to come up with potential solutions. In the solutions part, I wrote on note booklets the following suggestions, since I heard the purpose of design thinking, especially in its ideation phase, is all about brainstorming and applauding for the results: join the U.S. Army, or be a terrorist, or resort to Buddhism, or play Grand Theft Auto V. All of these suggestions are interesting enough that whenever the professor comes to our group, he points at my examples and tells us that this is the right direction to go. However, when we actually had to build a prototype, we went with the "blind date in a cruise ship" idea because we were not able to materialize any of the interesting ideas. And I have derived no fun from the making of prototypes from the materials. I realized I am maybe too subjunctive a person to know how to appreciate the practical things.
I dined with my girlfriend, my roommate Husain and Varun a little past six o'clock. I picked the fried chicken steak as the main dish, and had to stop eating after my girlfriend tells me that those steaks are covered in cheese. On the table, since I was prepared enough for the potential guilt of making Husain feel abandoned, I talked at length about the room application for next semester with Varun. While I don't think such an arrangement would really happen, I envisioned him replacing Husain as the roommate of me and my girlfriend, in a future that neither involves Husain nor involves the room I currently dwell in - I seem to already have forgotten my former dismay of letting my roommate go, and indeed, he has recently started to play Team Fortress 2 with his Iranian friends, speaking Persian. Even though he did invite me to play, and I did desire to play with him, a tedium of not playing Battlefield 4 stopped me from saying yes to him - I said I don't feel like talking too much today, and then went back to my room, playing Battlefield 4 and subsequently deleting the entire game after a hackusation and a failed votekick, because I had considered playing such a game time-squandering, and not at all because I had rejected Husain for the sake of it.
Alin has used my credit card twice to top up his World of Warcraft account, for 12.99 euro each and has yet returned the money; Atabak is trying to move to another college next semester for reasons I don't know but presume to be that we are not Muslims or Pakistanis, and hence he thinks he has less time with his real compatriots - none of us seems to take each other too seriously and none of us is totally willing to accept that fact - just that, when in an incident, or in any incident, there's a trade-off, we take each other as the traded-off and not the otherwise.
At this point, I see human interactions as gloomy intangibles - for the impossibility of possessing another body, as it is fundamentally external to that of our own, we opt to disown it when the situation is favorable us to gain a profit.
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Never do I feel more ready to write than when it is not suitable to do so. It's now 3:50 PM. And after a series of things I have committed, mysteriously my girlfriend is still not awakened. Though I felt that I need to sleep and indeed I should, something is still preventing me from doing it. Seemingly there's no reason, since the game I've been anticipating comes earlier if I sleep more, and that also the quizzes and midterms end sooner. I'm still reluctantly awake. I once thought that everyday when one goes into sleep, it is for him, essentially a partial death, and by waking up in the morning, what one embraces is not waking up in a literal sense as if to get out of a 15-minute nap, but a partial reincarnation that takes on a slightly altered but nevertheless distinct personality that is not the same from the previous day. However, according to science, sleep deprivation would not only cost me the personality, but also the vehicle upon which it relies to substantiate - I might actually die from it. And that's why now, I would turn off the screen, put the phone on top of the cabinet, and sleep.
