University Life

hey di ho

Started uni sometime in the last week or so. The lectures are an hour and a half long and I have found it very difficult to keep awake to the point that I have to bang my head against the wall to try and stop myself falling out of my chair with fatigue. Since discovering this is a rather painful way of keeping awake I have since developed a coca cola habit (I was gonna write coke there but I thought better of it) .. I find that I need at least a can and a half to get me through each lecture, it’s getting bad!!!

Anyway so after 4 and a half hours every Monday and Tuesday I make my way to the canteen for lunch. It’s a delightful place, to sit in there is sort of like sitting in a cloud of smog but you can enjoy delightful “meat” sandwiches with some warm wine, lurvely.

Usually after this we sit in the corridor for a bit, observing the rat tails and mullet boys go by and picking up ideas about the latest fashions. I saw some beautiful lovely crushed velvet purple leggings today, just my cup of tea.

The thing that makes me laugh the most about dying from passive smoking is that the people are smoking joints… yes, INSIDE the uni, along the corridors. But not only this, the thing that gets me is that no one at all, whatsoever, bats an eyelid, as if this a perfectly legal activity that should be occurring inside an institute of learning. Somehow I can’t ever imagine this happening in my own faculty back in blighto.

And so on to Wednesday, when I have a day off, whereby I sleep for a while and ponder the illogicness of the Spanish. Nothing is done for your convenience, if you’re lucky. If you’re unlucky things are done for your absolute inconvenience.

For example, I wished to purchase a monthly ticket for the metro.. “Where do I buy one?” I wonder to myself, “Surely in the metro
station”

but NO.

To buy a METRO ticket you have to go to the tobacconist--- WHY??

So I went along to the tobacconist who then told me it would take 8 days... EIGHT days to fill out a little card (quite similar to
a young persons rail card.. does that even take more than 8 minutes in
England to fill out?)

Another good example of this illogical Spanish way:
My flat mate went to buy envelopes, from the post office surely, but NO!
The post office had, get this, run out of envelopes! It beggars belief.

And don’t even get me started on the bogan shop assistants and bartenders who are sooooo rude its unreal.

Thursday, Friday and Saturday have to be my favourite days,(apart from the small inconvenience of lectures on thurs and fri) on Thursday there is a really, really good night at this old converted palace which is so cool.. it is just like a palace complete with silk wallpaper and tapestries on the wall, and crazy dancing transvestites. but all in all its a crazy funhouse full of guiri’s of course but you can wear a sticker with your nationality and I have had fun being various nationalities so far.

Have also been to another wicked club recently which is an old converted theatre with 7 floors- it’s the biggest in Madrid but if you want a drink you have to go to a little ticket booth and buy a ticket which you trade in at the bar for a drink.

Sundays - day of rest - there’s always a great film on, the porn channel is just the best!? (Why we have porn?? We don’t even have sky… who knows).

That’s all I can be bothered to write for now have to be up at 8 and I’m still in this stupid internet cafe at 3am.