InsaneJournal

Current mood:	tired
Entry tags:	life

Busybusybusy
Sorry to everyone I still owe emails/replies/reviews/meme responses, but today is the first day I have the brain space to do so. RL was just insane these last few days (still is, technically, but I'm taking a break). Uni has started again (with all the usual attendant chaos, which for some reason surprises me anew every semester), German Rail is doing crap with buses again, my cough has gotten worse from standing around drenched and cold for an hour thanks to them, it turned out that my main class will be held by the prof whose lecture last year I constantly walked out of after giving my signature (because it was a 101 class and I haven't needed anyone to explain to me what a knight is and how the feudal system works since I was in elementary school, plus her tone was pretty damn condescending -- I'm not sure whether she recognises me, but at least the class is good, content-wise), it also turned out that the MA students get a mentor now, and mine is probably going to be the prof whose stuff I've been procrastinating since February (yes, some mistakes really do come back to bite you in the arse), and the friend I mentioned is miffed at me for not having that party.

Well, at least everything is fine with the other friend and her death threats. I went to see her on Monday, listened to the whole story, established that the woman didn't know her address or how she looked, only her name (but she's not in the phone book, so whatever), and it wouldn't be risky to leave the house. We went to the police, where a really nice officer took care of the matter, amusingly enough giving my friend the exact same advice I'd been giving her. (Apparently, I can rely on my common sense.) After that she contacted the guy to give him a piece of her mind. Since my job in the whole affair was to talk her down and cheer her up some, I can probably say I was halfway successful. I got her out of the "waaaah, someone out to murder me" panic, but now her only recently overcome depression is back. That asshole of a cheater and his crazy wife really scrapped her trust in humanity once more. Anyway, she hasn't heard of either of them since, her roommate's boyfriend opens the door when it rings for now, and I hope that's the end of it. *crosses fingers*

ETA: It's interesting to note one main issue in the conflict: the guy my friend was dating and his wife are Muslims. So even if their marriage doesn't work, they can't easily divorce, because she probably depends on the man financially, and maybe their families wouldn't take kindly to seeing the marriage break up, either. It is probably also why she's been giving my friend hell, not her husband -- typical of women in a strong patriarchy. If that doesn't enforce every stupid stereotype there is, I don't know what would. ":-/