FINAL UPDATE: She's gone

So she is no longer in our room. She hasn't been since sometime yesterday. I was out of the room for probably about 10 hours or so. I left right after I updated yesterday, and at night when I returned all her stuff was gone. I don't know where she went. I heard she was trying to reconcile with hey boyfriend over the phone while she was in our room, but that didn't appear to be going well. I don't know.

I didn't ask my roommate what happened to her, most likely because I don't care. He seemed a little depressed though. He didn't go out last night, which I'm pretty sure he's gone out every Friday night since we've been here. And not only that, but he was asleep probably by 11:15. I haven't talked to him too much today, but I offered to sleep in his bed and let him speak German to me and we could giggle if he wants. He didn't accept.

I think he might be on the phone with her right now, only because he's speaking German and giggling. The only person that he speaks German to over the phone, that I know of, is his mother. But it's either really late or really early over there, plus he's on his cell phone. He only talks to his mother on the room phone.

I'd like to say it's the girl, but she said she was going back to Germany today. Perhaps she had an early flight and is all situated. I don't know. The only reason I know her flight was today is because I asked. The night she was here I attempted to make conversation.

My roommate showers at night. So Thursday night he's in the shower, I'm sitting on my bed and she's sitting on his. We are literally staring at each other. I'd estimate a good 20 seconds go by before I muster up "So how long are you here?" She said two and a half weeks. I kept the conversation going, and learned it was her first trip to America, and she's stayed only in Pittsburgh, which I found odd until she said she was visiting "a man." Unfortunately they broke up that day. I apologized, and she extremely casually said, "Hey, that's how it goes."

I only note the casuality (not a word) of how she said it, because it seemed odd she didn't seem to care much about breaking up with hey boyfriend. Of course, that is how it goes (as I learned thanks to 9/11), but she came all the way to America to visit him and the break up to the point where she leaves his house and is staying in a shitty dorm room overnight and doesn't seem to care? That was odd. But we talked another minute or so, then my roommate came out of the bathroom and took over from there.

It was one of those odd nights where my roommate and I (and our new roommate) ended up getting into bed at the same time. It was probably about 2:30, which is fine for me and her, as we had nothing to do that day. He had a class at 8, so set his alarm for maybe 7:15. And since it was so late, he set his annoying alarm that wakes me up, which he normally doesn't set. The next morning, it goes off, and we all wake up. I can't go back to sleep. He gets ready and leaves. She's up now. We sit and stare for a little while.

Then comes some more bullshit conversation. I'm wondering how nice I have to be to her. She's staying with us, not that I had anything to do with the decision, and at that point I still don't know for how long. I sit and stare at her, contemplating offering her something to eat or drink. It's probably a similar feeling a black person has when contemplating holding a door open for a white person, I'd imagine.

I decide to forgo it, as I only have pretzels and granola bars, which are both awesome. He has some cereal which I feel is perfectly within my jurisdiction to offer to her, as she's his guest. I don't though. I get up and do laundry. When I come back from lading my clothes into the machine, she's back asleep. I sit and listen to music until it's time for my clothes to go in the dryer. I get up, put them in the dryer, come back to the room and listen to more music. Then after an hour or so, I get up and go to take my things out of the dryer and fold them.

When I come back to the room, she's on her phone, sitting at our table partially talking and partially crying. She shoots me look, like "Hey, you walked in on a private conversation." I'm sure it was. I'm also sure it's my room, so I don't offer an "excuse me" or "sorry." It wouldn't have hurt, I suppose, but I'm a dick.

So she continues crying on the phone about how hard it is to blah blah blah, and how he doesn't blah blah blah. And she's really crying. This makes me feel a little better, if only because it showed that she really did care about the breakup. I mean, it just seemed odd how she tossed it aside the previous night, but it was refreshing to see her with a phone in one hand and her face in the other, sobbing over the phone. I enjoy seeing people when they're vulnerable, especially if they tend to give off a somewhat cool vibe for the most part.

I decide I shouldn't really just sit on my bed and listen, though. So I go in the bathroom and shave. As soon as I exit the bathroom, which was only going to be a trip to my closet so I could get another shaving device I hoped to use, she scurries into the bathroom and closes the door. So then I sit on my bed, waiting. I still want to finish shaving, and then shower. My roommate comes back, sees the situation and laughs. "Women," he says, shaking his head. "Germans," I offer back, shaking mine. He doesn't react.

She stays in there talking for another hour or so, then I notice I had a missed call on my phone from my mom. I call her back, and while talking to her, the German girl emerges from the bathroom and says some stuff in German to my roommate. She then goes back in the bathroom and showers and does other stuff that apparently take an hour. I sit.

Eventually she's done, they leave and she tells me to "Have a nice day." That's the last I saw of her. Now it's back to just half a German in my room, which is a little more manageable.

On a somewhat related note, on Thursday night, my roommate's cousin was in our room, as he is a few times a week. After everything the girl said about Germany, he would say, "Shit, I need to go to Germany." And when one of us would ask why, he would just list off things he determined were better, like "the females," "the education" and "just the whole country." No counter arguments were made.

He doesn't know German, though. He said the best way to learn a language is to be throw into a situation where you have to speak it, which I would guess is actually a pretty good way to learn it. He also asked if German was a "romance language." He said he knew French was, but that's it. I offered up Italian and Latin, which he said he wasn't sure about, but asked if German was. I wanted to ask if he ever heard someone speak German, but didn't. He said it might be. I said no way. He's an idiot.