I fought the carbs and the carbs won

So for those of you who know me well.  I have an appetite...I LOVE to eat.  It's actually my second favorite thing to do behind sleeping.  Well Germany was set out to destroy me.  Honestly the food here is amazing.  I've been trying to cook as much as possible at home, but they have no products or any interest in developing products that are low fat or otherwise, which for me isn't a problem, usually.  However, I'd challenge you to find a street corner in Berlin where you could do a 360 and not see a bakery of some sort.  I mean in all of the district, I don't think we even have a bakery that specializes in just breads.  They are all over the place here and all quite delicious. 

So bottom line is I'm giving up my reservations and I'm going to eat the hell out of some carbs.  Paired with the beer...well it may not bode well for me, but it can't be any worse than 4 slices of Nicola's at 3am, right?  Right!

Anyway, so my housing saga continues.  I don't know if I blogged about it last week or not, but there was one place in particular that I toured in Kreuzberg (Old West, very bohemian/artsy/and cool) and I TOTALLY hit it off with the two housemates that live there now.  I was their first interview and I spent over an hour chatting with them...the conversation was so good that they had to kick me out basically because the next person had shown up for a tour.  Anyway, I was sure I got it and was really mentally prepared to begin my move there...well they told me they would give me a call Tuesday and I was very confident.  Well last night (Tuesday) I called Sebastian (one of the housemates) and asked him if they had reached a verdict...Well first off he was obviously at a party/bar (on a tuesday, literally this guy was so cool) but he broke into this apologetic thing about how it was such a tough decision and it was down to me and one other guy, and honestly, I said "dude, you don't need to justify it, I just needed a yes or a no."  But really, I was totally defeated.  It was like getting dumped and not picked for the dodgeball team rolled into one.  Why does this feeling still happen when you are an adult?  Anyway, I woke up this morning still very upset about it....but I have to just pull my shit together and get back to looking.  SO frustrating. 

Tonight I think I'm going to go out.  I've been sort of a lame-o since I've gotten here.  I haven't made a great deal of friends yet, one because I'm afraid to talk (I know shocking) and two because I never go out.  Now I have 5 days before I start school which will greatly infringe on my social life and I have all the sudden developed a strong desire to meet people.  Germans think we are crazy though.  They think 4 or 5 friends is totally sufficient.  Unfortunately, that just won't cut it for me.  I need constant entertainment and attention :)

Well I hope you are all enjoying your HUMP day. 

Cheers!