Rolling

"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life."
-Henry David Thoreau

Now the midterms are over, they went OK I think, considering the fact that I didn't study for any of them. There was no time, there was Halloween. In the middle of my midterm yesterday I got a text from T. I had to finish my test before I could read it, but when I did I felt pure joy: "Hurry home, there's a package waiting for you!". OK, guys, I know you imagine a delivery boy with a package waiting to teach me... the definition of the pumping lemma, erase that picture! It was my longboard (shortboard) that had arrived. It's so pretty and small. My neighbor and a friend of my roomies, Bomber (who once won a skateboard with the motivation: What I like the most is to see the boys faces when I bomb the hills) helped me to adjust the wheels and remove the spacers, so now I can turn easily. Bomber's a really good skating teacher and she tells me what I should think about, for example that you pick up a lot of speed in the hills. I went skating all afternoon. The first thing I did was making a new acquaintance: Mr Asphalt. I bombed a hill with myself as kamikaze pilot and scratched my knees and hands when I flew off the board. Well, a little war injury has never hurt anybody.

During the last weeks I've expanded the Venn diagram of friends with new circles. Many fellow exchange students, say hello to my dear Mr Carrot and Double-O-Seven (aka Jean Connery) and a very extraordinary person, Flamingo (pink dreadlocks) who can make any sleepy afternoon way more interesting. He taught me to swallow fire the other night: "Breathe out, if you breathe in, your lungs will collapse and you'll die. Are you ready?"