In Which Tickets are Successfully Purchased

So, uh, I walked in today and I was like, "Wow, the room is really warm... I guess they decided to turn on the heat." I was going around my business, and I go into the kitchenette and both stoves were on... I was like, "What the fuck?" and clearly, turned them on. Then, I went to make tea, and there was a nasty bug creature stuck in the measurement part of the water boiler thing. Fantastic.

Both classes went terribly because I was coughing and dying during both of them, then one of my professors reported me to the program manager for 'not being prepared.' What the hell? I probably shouldn't have gone to class anyway.

But, in any case, I asked for the homestay... Apparently I'll probably be put with a "communicative old woman." Whatever. Bryan (program manager) keeps 'warning' me, like this is a terribly dire situation. Though, while talking about it, I realized the immense absurdity in trying to move... All the bureaucracy of moving out of the dorms, then lugging all my shit halfway across the city. We'll see what happens. I'm half hoping they don't find someone who will take me in, but, that's the lazy side of me -- I know it would be better for me to go into a homestay, anyway. I just hope my movements aren't too terribly restricted. It's not like I stay out that late anyhow, but we'll see.

In victorious news, today, I bought my ticket for the Marc Almond concert. That was actually the most pleasant 'shopping' experience I had. I went to the kassa, and asked if they had tickets, and the woman said yes... And while the thing was registering, she asked if I knew Russian well, and I told her I knew a little, and she was really pleasant and nice. So. There's that. I'm going to see Marc Almond! Whooo!!

I failed at buying apple cider vinegar, though. I couldn't find it anywhere in the damned supermarket, and I went through every shelf on every aisle, asked some lady and it wasn't where she said it was. Damn. Oh well. My throat feels better but I've been getting a nasty cough and more nasal leakage, and there's still pressure in my ears. I won't worry about it too much unless it lasts over a week -- it's only been a couple days so far.

Edit: ... my piggish American room mate decided to use my personal bathing washcloth to clean the kitchen.

I am displeased.