11/23

Her name is Nora, and she is an angel. I just dropped my notebook on the ground and knocked over a beer bottle, I looked up and she was smiling at me. -our conversation earlier tonight drifted in the direction of oreintation, but I never got an answer out of her- We met last night in the common room, but she was quiet.
We're having one of those eye conversations across the room. She's expressing that the girl next to her is smelly and we agree that every word that comes out of this female's mouth is crap.
Nora has no idea what my mouth wants to say.
*sigh* What a day. We began it with a genuine New York bagel and ended it with more free food than we know what to do with. Savannah and Nora and I went trapsing all around Fifth and then Park Avenue. We got a back pack full of apples and a pretzle, some fruit cups, and even a pair of boots!
We learned the most fantastic German game! When someone burps, you put your hand to your forehead in a particular way and say "Schultz." The last person to say it gets hit on the head. Also, fun tidbit, Nora says that in her country, if you step in dog poop or a bird poos on your head it's good luck. I really don't see why it wouldn't be. I mean, ya look at how many humans there are and how much space there is that is occupied by no human at all, it really is a wonder that you get shat on! We talked about the word "anus" for god knows how long, one bad pun after another, and sang some Johnny Cash. Our new friend was even brave enough to ask a man at a food stand if he was feeling generous for some broke, hungry kids and he handed us falafel! We downed our chickpea awesome-ness and dragged our tired selves back to the hostel. Three and a half straight hours of dumpster diving will take it out of you.
We're back in the common room now and Paul is here, again, sober this time, and with hardly a recollection of me. I have one night and I will never see this girl again, and the sad part is that I'm not even brave enough to ask for one kiss.