So for anyone who's been actively keeping up with the blogs quite recently since about October, you know that I like to put my blogs in the style of a television series because it just makes more sense that way. So now, with that in mind, I suppose that I've just had a cliffhanger episode that will eventually lead to the sliding downward of the climax and series finale of my epic and world-changing experiences here in Germany. So to begin....
First, the money:
Even though I haven't gotten word on what exactly they're doing about the situation, I was told from Peter Dines that the check from Studentwerk people is a mistake however I find out the other day that today (June 29th) is actually Frau Hubert's last day in the office! Which that comment produces two kinds of feelings in me when I hear that. First is a tinge of sadness because she was relatively nice and she did at least try and give her best effort to the students....but then again the other end of that coin is a sense of undeniable happiness because she's about as useful as using a cooked spaghetti noodle as a bungie jumping cord. So yeah...but this also produces major problems with the rent situation. Because I just got done explaining this whole mess to her from the beginning if she's leaving today, according to other students, the other secretary Frau Bischoff, is coming back but it won't be for two weeks, so that means the office is gonna be closed for two weeks which means that if Frau Hubert doesn't fix the money situation right this minute, then it won't be fixed until the very earliest which is two weeks from today. And since I'm going home in four weeks, that just leaves two weeks to figure out how I'm going to pay for the rest of the home. The concept of rent isn't that difficult because I still have July, August and September left to pay for. No problem. They were supposed to take 300 Euros, leave me with 205 and then on Saturday I would deposit another 117 Euros in the back putting in enough for July's rent. Done. Then I was going to leave the other 133 left from the 250 I'm giving out of my check toward's August's rent and then when August rolled around dish out the other 189 Euros and that pays for August. Done. Then since they have the other 300 go through damages, (assuming I won't have any since I haven't broken anything yet) and give them the other 22 Euros, and take 100 Euros and head back home with a little spare change for America, and prepare for this New York trip. However, they fucked up this plan royally with the stunt they pulled of 505 Euros, and the funny thing is they don't even know why they pulled it! So somebody is gonna have to do something very quickly.
For the second part, the wheelchair:
Well after the fiasco that was my backwheel exploding in my electrical chair I had to locate another source of wheels fairly quickly because there was no way I'm gonna be able to wheel around limping like that. So the answer was Gross. Which is a store fairly close to here that actually deals with wheelchair supplies and parts, so I suppose I'm pretty lucky in that regard. I was able to go to Gross and they installed two brand new wheels (without giving me a price check beforehand) for a little over 60 bucks. So now I'm back on four wheels and it's going pretty good. As far as the other chair is concerned, not too sure what's happening with that all I know is, Peter Dines told me, after taking the wheels to my manual away that one of the wheels has a air leak from a puncture (that I'm guessing I got from the World Cup game in Stuttgart) and that the inner tube needs to be repaired. Sounds like the shit with Matthen all over again. So he's had my wheels for a little under a week now. But the truth is, I need those back because I'm supposed to be going to Frau Müller's party this weekend at her house for a barbecue and movies (for which Frank is coming with me but more on that later) but I don't have the wheels in which to do so at the moment. So we shall have to see.
In other news:
Now is the bad part of this trip when we start seeing people disappear and head back home to do other things with their lives inside this brief interlude we called a family. Petra leaves in less than two weeks to head to Tennessee, because she's going there to live for a few months (much like Eliza did in Florida) so she's leaving early to have more time there. Amanda, Jed's wife, whom at first I didn't know if I would like too much based off of her rather flat-lined personality has turned out to be really awesome and I really wish she wasn't leaving but in fact she leaves tomorrow morning at 5 to head back to Kentucky. (Secretly I wish I could hop aboard that jet and get them to drop me off in NC) So tonight we're gonna have a goodbye celebration for her where we go eat at a fancy resturant (my favorite one of course) and we have to wish her a very happy goodbye. Then of course, there's just us. I believe that the next person to leave will be Kristen since she's paying 250 to go home early (which is insane to me) and then Craig, and then me and Xavier are leaving on the same day on the same flight to head back to America. So slowly the gears are moving in place for one last lurch around this crazy country known as Germany and we're gonna give it one last go-around before I sling shot back to my people in Da' Broke.
And finally, Frank:
This one comes as quite a shock to me and to him and to anyone that has known us and this weird maelstrom that we've been on (I've come to like that word, maelstrom. And I feel like Snowman in the book we've just finished reading in Dystopian Novels Class: Oryx and Crake-very odd book. Very good, but very odd-) When Frank came over a few days before, we were just hanging out and he was helping me with some ideas for the fashion show that Asta has coming up (which is looming like a dark cloud on the horizon) and then afterward we all drank and talk and I kicked everybody the hell out so Frank and I could watch Hostel. Well we did but we missed like the first 35 minutes of it, because he was asking if he could kiss me and he did and we basically started making out for like a half hour. It was very odd for me, cause I mean I don't do that kind of stuff! But I did, and it was hot, and it was like the movie Closer in the scene where Jude Law (ha, Jude Law. We have a Jude Law right here in Ludwigsburg! He hangs out at the Pavilion!....he shook my hand! Oh my God, Jude Law shook my hand! ((inside joke with Craig and Zana)) don't you love how I go off on these random tangents in the mind? T'hat's what I do quite often. Anyway, the scene in the movie Closer where Jude Law and Julia Roberts start kissing in his apartment after he takes her picture, that's what the kiss between me and Frank was like. It was slow at first, slow pecks then something deeper, some lips then finally some tongue, even after that the whole mouth. The jaw, the lips, the face, the hair, etc. etc. It was very Hollywood, but I liked it. So then we watched the flick and afterward, he slept with me in my bed, and then we had sex. Again. lol. But then after that, I asked what we were, and he said he didn't know. Personally I think that's my right-now boyfriend, even though he knows it's going to end, as do I, but the more I think about it I can't really be bothered with a relationship at the minute. I'm like Zana and Toby on this one. I'm still in school I've got plenty ahead of me coming up and I don't have time to be getting side-tracked with side going on around me. Frank represents distractions which is something that I can't use at the minute. I think that he's there to enjoy while I'm here and he's something that I'll always remember as my first real relationship in my life, but nothing more than that, since I've got guys hollering at me back from the States aka Anthony (you sexy bastard!) But honestly who knows? Between Jessica hinting her undying love for me, and Frank wanting something else later, I'm not sure what to do. So maybe it's a good thing that both of them are in other places. And that reminds me of what Jessica said once before. She said that she believed that she and I had gotten together earlier before all of the Shawn mess, she believes that we would have had kids. Personally I can't bring myself to believe that but then again, life is full of what if's. I mean if me and Caitlin had got together (as she proclaimed in the AOL Instant Messenger message a few months back) maybe she wouldn't have turned into a heartbreaking family-ripping lesbian. I don't know. But I can feel the wheels of fate turning rapidly, and I don't whether to be afraid or to embrace the change and just open the door to the universe.
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