Third week slams the Monday

I've tasted Vietnamese food before, since one of my flatmates and I go some way back, and once upon a time she allowed me to slice the squeaking  mushrooms fated for veggie spring rolls. Last Friday we took the claustrophobic's nightmare (public transport; tram) to the restaurant that was able to deal me a huge meal I was unable to finish; does not happen often. I never leave food.

Chicken + veggies = great!

This brings me to the painful realization I might never go back to vegetarianism, especially while I'm here - regardless of the saddening facts and customs behind the production of meat, dairy and eggs. It's almost as if I'm on a leave from a certain mindset I set to myself years ago; determined to jump where the hedge is at it's lowest. So far I'm able to live with it and enjoy the paprika salami.

Other highlights at the still rather chaotic situation with the courses (got stuff from welding to sociology, huh?) have been playing cards with a small group of other students and getting a new, accidental haircut. I get to know the Pest side a little better every day; pieces of history and street names and pronunciation. I've just finished reading Magda Szabó's book The Door, and hair at the back of my neck still stands on end.

Song of the day: The Faint - Southern Belles in London Sing