small apartments and 45 year old male models

Complaints.

My small apartment.
My expensive apartment.
The dead cockroaches I find in the kitchen.
How hot is is here.
How big the city is.
Hangovers.
My expensive books for my classes.
How I get stared down every time I leave my apartment.
My non-existent internet that I´m paying for at my apartment.
My 60 year old land lady who saw me out at 3 in the morning resulting in some altercation that I can´t remember.
Having to really cook for myself again.
Soft beds and large pillows that make it so I can´t sleep comfortably.

That may be all for now. School just started today and I met some people yesterday on some run all over the effing city scavenger hunt thing and I´m starting to feel a little more at ease. The metro is the coolest thing in the world and once I figure out the bus system I think everything will be fine.

One of my roommates is a 45 year old guy from New York that spend the last 20 years in South Africa working as a male model and is now living in a crappy little room next to me living his dream of modeling for the big department store here in Spain and dating a Spanish opera singer. He pulled out all his head shots or whatever the other night and showed them to everyone in the apartment. There is one of him holding a cat wearing a sailors hat with a beard. I wish I had it. Ít´s good. Roommates are nice but never around, there is no common area in the apartment just rooms so I find myself either in the kitchen or my room which doesn´t really have room for much else besides a bed and a closet a tiny table and a chair. I sit on the bed a lot. I don´t have internet yet even though I´m paying for it which is bullshit but trying to argue with a little old lady in Spanish when she talks two hundred thousand words a minute it becomes sort of difficult to understand.

I think that´s pretty much it. Not too much has been going on. I walked down Gran Via last night and saw a line of hookers probably 50 long. It was cool. I kind of got a job with a company that houses students in apartment and I have to go walk over there right now so this will be the end.

More stories later I suppose.