Teacher's Lesson

Yay I'm drunk again.

Well to get a couple of things out of the way: Had a big fit with Nahida when she said she wouldn't allow a classmate come over to my place because of where he lived. And India didn't go to Germany to do a training course but instead bounced to Sweden to seek asylum. Someday I might be bothered to elaborate on those two.

I called up Hans a little earlier since he's my favourite to get drunk with. He's been on my case for months now trying to convince to leave Iraq and come back to the UK. He's so worried about me that he called up my mother to check I didn't get blown up in the Mustansiriya slaughter. I explained to him that as long as he was getting any sex in London, I can be assured I'm not missing out. Explained to him that I'd seriously consider leaving if the civil war comes to my neighbourhood which involves people getting kicked out of their homes based on their sect.

I need some more chilled out music. I'm listening to some of the tracks of the Donnie Darko film score. Need to get some more music like that. The point of what Zed and I were trying last time was to figure out some way of downloading torrents from a remote computer so that my ISP wouldn't complain about overloading the server. I'm thinking of making a couple of stops near some music shops in the days to come, I hope to find something.

Over the past year, different people have made the same remarks about me that I'm still trying to figure out how to deal with. One of them is that I'm sneaky. The second is that it's hard to tell if I'm telling the truth. The third is that I have no emotions. The fourth I'm not really sure about, but it's something to do with insisting that I'm right sometimes.

The third one: feeling no emotions, is I guess the one that leads to the others. I could probably count the number of times I felt a pure emotion during the past year with my fingers. I mean for example I couldn't feel anything when I heard one of my classmates died in a car accident on his way back from Syria a couple of months ago.

Of the moments I did feel an emotion, saying good-bye to Hans at the train station when I visited him in Sweden. I'm not sure why that happened. I had met up with him in a bad state. Being with my family in the UK prior to seeing him wasn't a good thing for me. Sweden that summer was the furthest point of my travels and as I was on my way back to the UK I saw the UK as one stop before coming back to Baghdad.

One bitter-sweet moment was when India chatted to me for the first time from Sweden. I was happy for him to have finally made it there with the hope that he'd make for himself a new and better life than anything he could have hoped for here. It was also then that I told him out of my blog which of course he already knew about.

Bleach episode 111 has finished downloading, so that's it from me. I'm going to watch it and go to sleep. Was supposed to have a test tomorrow for which I'm not entirely prepared for but a bunch of classmates contacted me to tell me that we're not supposed to show up tomorrow so as to avoid and the test and have it postponed.