Fight!

There was a fight in my subway car this morning, and for once, it was right near me so I got to see all the action. A hispanic woman was getting on the train when a gray haired hispanic man saw her and shoved her off. Then a black get next to them shoved the gray haired guy off in retaliation (I guess for him, there's no excuse to harm a lady). The gray haired guy got angry and in all his hurt pride, decided to hold the train door open, thus ruining our morning commute and dashing all hope that we'd get to work on time. 10-15 minutes later, the guy is dragged out the door and as the doors close, the lady starts shouting at him in Spanish. Marlen said at one point she yelled, "Yeah, I may be a slut, but I'm a proud slut." My guess is that the lady and the gray haired guy knew each other, and she had cheated on him.
Be that as it may, when you're already at a point in life when your hair is completely gray, you should be mature enough not to hold the train doors open. That makes him look more like a selfish fool than a vindicated jilted lover. The lady sitting by us was annoyed and said that this only happens with street people, and they should not ruin it for the rest of us who actually have jobs and work for a living.

Roommate?

My roommate, the bipolar gay one, has decided that he is no longer able to handle the pressures and temptations of the city and is moving out. Now Marlen and I need to find someone for the last 3 months of our lease. $600/m with around $40 extra for all utilities. Anyone know of anyone?

Happy

I'm happy right now. At this very moment. Here's why:

1) It's Friday.
2) I have a job and it's fulfilling and generally great.
3) I have a whole bunch of friends - dancer friends, work friends, friends of friends, alum friends - and they keep in touch and we hang out.
4) I have an amazing boyfriend. 'Nuff said.
5) I have my dance hobby.
6) I've established two goals that I intend to work towards:
a) taking culinary classes and making amazing food
b) becoming a teacher at a school, preferably for BIM or Structures.

Mom Wants a Castle

So, a few months back at a dinner with friends, Axel told a funny anecdote about his family. Apparently he is descended from landed nobility. His great-grandfather had one of the most modern and largest brick factories in Germany, and he bought Axel's grandfather a large castle/manor as a wedding present. There they lived until after World War II when the Russians came. Being in East Germany, Grandpa left the key in the door, grabbed the kids and ran into West Germany where Axel grew up.

I told my mother this story as part of another overall funny story, but boy did she fixate on "CASTLE." The other day, I call her up to ask her how to make sweet potato soup (which, btw, consist of sweet potato, ginger and brown sugar) and she started asking all about the castle. So the conversation went somewhat like this:

Mom: So I think Axel should take the castle back.
Me: I don't think he wants the castle back, mom. What would he do with it?
Mom: Well, he doesn't have to live in it, he can charge the tenants rent.
Me: I don't think so, Mom. It's currently the city's townhall and police station. You can't take away town hall.
Mom: He should be able to go and say, this castle was mine before the war and I'd like it back now. The Native Americans do it with land.
Me: Sounds like a hassle. And he would have to take care of the thing. And besides, castles aren't nice to live in, they're dark and drafty.
Mom: I still think he should get it back. Tell him he should try.

I mentioned it to Axel later, mostly because I thought he'd find it amusing. And indeed he did, and he also mentioned that he wouldn't have a right to it, seeing as the war was lost. I think the conversation had him get curious about the manor, so he dug up a photo, and researched his family history a little. It's pretty interesting stuff. I wish my family had history to keep track of. Maybe there is, but my parents are both pretty sparing with their stories.