More Stuff That's in My Apartment, Why I Spend Most of My Time in a Closet

So, the teachers at my school have turned out to be quite a musical bunch. They have a band, but sadly, already have a bass player who seems to have taken a liking to me. We bonded over the 4, yes 4, trips I had to take to the Auslaenderbehoerde (foreign persons office...?), which is where I needed to get my visa. Good one German civil servants. In any event, I mentioned to him that I was thinking of buying a cheap, used guitar just to mess around with while I'm here. Don't do that, he told me, we have extra guitars at the school. Tonight I met him there, and he has outfitted me with not only an acoustic guitar, but also a bass and an amp. None are exceptionally nice instruments, but more than adequate for my purposes. The bass is a Squire Jazz Bass, essentially a cheap rip off of my own bass...which is a more expensive, but still cheaper version of the Fender Jazz Bass. So, though its not quite as nice, it plays similarly, and I haven't played in a while, so it doesn't matter a whole lot. My apartment includes a walk in closet, but its next to the kitchen, on the opposite end of the apartment from my bedroom. I find this odd, and frankly a bit inconvenient. But its fairly big, and my internet signal is strongest there, so I've decided to put my instruments here with my computer. Its small, but cozy, all I need is a more comfortable chair. I've spent the last several hours rocking out, and now my hands hurt.
Last night I went to the indoor tennis facility with a bunch of dudes from the team here. It was a good time, and there was some solid tennis played. The surface there is carpet...which is very odd. On the one hand, it plays to my advantage because the ball doesn't bounce much, and since you're indoors you can absolutely smoke the ball (more like, bowl). But, its very difficult to run quickly on and change direction suddenly. I found myself stumbling and feeling even slower than I usually do. Oh well, it was fun, and I still beat up on a couple of the guys. Afterwards they all got naked and went for a steam/shower...I had "forgotten" a towel and flip flops, so didn't participate. I suppose next time they will expect me to join them. I'm not being homophobic...I actually don't particularly like saunas...or showering with 6 dudes. So we'll see.
I am now on my fall break for the next two weeks. This is nice...except that I don't really work enough to warrant having such a long vacation...oh wait...this is Europe, what am I thinking? Don't work a lot? Who cares? You deserve a vacation. I can't argue with that. I don't have any money...which could be a problem. Fulbright is taking their sweet old time kicking down that heady stipend, so I will have to wait a few days before I begin traveling. But now I have instruments to occupy me, so I feel substantially less bored. Between the tennis and the bass playing and the not getting laid, I'm feeling like I'm back in high school. It's almost refreshing. Almost.
Katy comes in a few weeks, so I am practicing good hygiene and house-keeping skills. This is very difficult for me, and frankly I don't see it keeping up. I am becoming quite the avid chef, however. Tonight, I made burgers. And fuck, were they delicious. Tomorrow, I am thinking about doing laundry. Something is happening, and I don't know if I like it. I do find myself listening to Wilco's "When You Wake Up Feeling Old" several times a day, and I don't think its just because its an awesome song. I want to go back to BC...and I want the Sox to come back and beat Tampa Bay so that they can lose to the Phillies and I can, for once, tell everyone to suck it (in a sports related situation).
That's all for now, I suppose I've rambled a bit. But, given that I'm not working next week and probably won't be embarking on any adventures for a few days, I'd bet my bottom dollar on another blog entry reeeeaaaall soon.