Yesterday was so damn boring. So boring that I slept through most of it.
I woke up around 2pm and had intentions of going to get some shopping. However, I didn't get very far and by 3pm, I had decided to go back to bed. I didn't wake up until 5pm. I managed to go just before the shops closed but the main reason I went out was simply so I could get out of the house. I am so bored living here without the Internet.
Today was a little better. I woke up around 2pm and text Kerri, just asking how she was. She said that her and Cat were going shopping and invited me along so I said I'd come. Anything to get me out of here.
I met up with Kerry, Cat and two guys. Chris and Woody. Woody had come down from Leeds with Kerry to see what Chester was like. I think Chris was studying at the Uni.
After meeting up with them, we didn't actually go shopping, but for a meal instead. I hadn't really wanted to spend money on eating out when I'd just spent money on buying food yesterday, but since I was now already out, I thought I might as well. It's better than being stuck in this room and it gives me a chance to socialise more. By the time we'd finished our meal, it was 4pm.
Chris said that he needed to buy some washing powder from Tescos. I assumed Tescos was miles away because I hadn't found any other supermarket besides Somerfield anywhere nearby where I'm living. However, it was just 10 minutes walk away from me! This means I no longer have to shop at the more expensive Somerfield. Tescos is also huge, which means I can buy more varied stuff and at lower prices.
Finding Tescos was the highlight of my day. How sad.
The four of them went home after visiting Tescos but I'd enjoyed being out with them if only for a few hours. It frustrates me that I can't walk back with them to University because I don't live there. It frustrates me that instead, I'm living in this shitty place.
On returning to this shitty place, Gulu was in the kitchen. He told me that Prague had left. Apparantly he had gone back home. I had no idea. So, now it's just me, Ahmed and Gulu living here. Three people in a five bedroom flat. In any other circumstance, I would be quite happy with that arrangement. Less people means less mess, less things to share etc. But, in this situation, it's bad. It's bad because I wish so damn much someone English would move in. Or American. Or Irish. Just someone with some sort of similar cultures to me. And someone my age.
For the rest of the evening, I played computer games. I only have two and they're old. They bored me quickly. I looked at my MSN icon with frustration, wishing I could log on and finally have someone to talk to who I really could talk to.
I laid on my bed for a while and read, too. Just one of the books I bought in August. "How To Be A Graphic Designer Without Losing Your Soul", it's called. It's an excellent book that just tells it like it is.
I went into the kitchen around midnight to make something to eat and then as I was washing up, Ahmed appeared and scared the shit out of me by just appearing from nowhere.
We sat and talked for a while but it wasn't long before it was him talking and me listening and then wanting to leave and go to my room, but feeling rude if I told him I wanted to go.
He talks so much.
He talked for two hours.
I didn't.
Instead, I just sat there, nodding occcasionally and saying the occasional "yeah". I thought maybe he'd see that I wasn't speaking - I made a point of it - and stop and maybe either ask me something or just converse rather than ramble on. But he didn't. Just on and on.
I did learn one or two things about Indian culture, though. One thing in particular that I learnt from him is that in India, pork is apparantly considered unworthy of being eaten. He said that even if it was being offered free, he wouldn't eat it. He said Indians see pork as being very cheap. Too cheap. Not worth anything. And then of course he comes over here and sees supermarkets full of pork sausages and bacon!
He also told me that apparantly, Gulu and Prague are from South India and Ahmed is from North India. He said he doesn't like Southern Indians and that Southern Indians are lower class. Whether or not this is true really, I don't know. It was around this point that I was just nodding and saying yes, not really caring either way. He did, however, say that Gulu and Prague had both commented on me eating pork and thought it was disgusting. Meh. Like I give a crap what they think. My country, my culture, my food.
Finally, at 2am, I managed to escape from the clutches of Ahmed going on and on and head up to my room to write this entry.
Tomorrow will undoubtedly be the same as Friday. It's going to be incredibly boring. I can't wait for Monday to come so I can go to University and actually be with people my own age and have some people to talk to. I feel far too lonely here and not having the Internet emphasises that loneliness far too much. If I had the net, I wouldn't care where I lived. I'd still be able to communicate. I can't communicate right now.
On a final note, there is a key missing my from keyboard. I only noticed a few hours ago. I don't know how it's gone missing and I don't remember banging my keyboard so hard that a letter would fall off. I've looked all over the floor, under the bed and under and behind the desk. It's not there. How the hell can I lose a keyboard key in a room no bigger than 12ft x 6ft and when most of the room is occupied with furniture? It's not like there's many places it can be. It's a mystery.
