Why not?

It’s Christmas time, a moment for giving, receiving, and drinking way too much. The good news is that everyone I know in Madrid has left to go back home (Italy, the Netherlands, France, Malaga, Pamploma, etc), which means that I have a week to boogie-woogie like no one else. Yes, all the roommates are gone, so I literally am all alone again, just like at the end of August when I had just moved and my roommates were out of the country. I was living it up back then by playing hour after hour of the Sims, and generally doing as little as possible. On the weird note, I still have a daily visitor. My roommate’s boyfriend comes over, has lunch (often by himself), and then presumably goes back home. I’m not sure why he comes over, because it certainly isn’t to see me. I have wondered about playing some Home Alone gags on him, but realise that I’d probably forget about them and royally fuck up my Christmas. Things like slippery-stairs are absolutely hysterical, but better reserved for the cute girl wearing the skirt. Stealing a mannequin, dressing it up and hiding it so that it scares the shit out of someone when they turn expectedly is also priceless, but need an audience to appreciate how much like a girl the guy screams. Maybe a balloon held up against the ceiling with confetti inside ready to burst would be good, except that I don’t feel like cleaning up.

The first week of holidays are over (sniff), and I’m wondering what the fuck I did. But I had three Christmas farewells last week, Thursday, Friday and Saturday, as everyone in Madrid has fucked off back home. Aside from that I’ve been stocking up and knocking down a few movies, and saw the wonderfully uplifting Johnny Got His Gun. In case you are not a Metallica nerd, it goes as thus: in a time before CNN and common sense, a 20 year old enlists in the army and gets hit with a mortar. Bye-bye arms, legs, eyes, ears, nose, jaw and tongue. All he has left is his functioning brain, and he wonders why he can’t hear, see or do anything. And then he starts to figure out what has happened. After an age the doctors realise that he’s communicating to them in morse code, and all he wants to do is die, but they refuse. Uplifting stuff, no?

To cap it off, I have a book here called The Lucifer Effect, which is about how good people turn evil, using real life situations. It’s non-fiction, something I’m not all that good at reading.

And holy crap! I’ve just found out that I have an extra week of holidays! How the hell did that happen? So that means . . . 4 weeks off? Sweet! Fuck, should study.