10 British things and my masochistic room

I have a bad luck place. Every time I go there terrible things happen to me. Things that are inconveniant at the time and occaisionally have larger repercussions. Things that if I had any sense I would avoid. And yet I go back there. Again and again. I think this is my own unique form of masochism.
My bad luck place is the popular Mannheim club Zimmer. Several times I have had to pull the I-have-to-go-to-the-bathroom-and-then-run-far-far-away-because-you-are-creepy maneuver. (In common speach this is know as ''ABORT! ABORT ABORT!'') And several times there have been bad face-eating kisses and last night I lost my keys. This is very inconveniant. I had to sleep over at Evan´s, ´cause he was kind enough to come back with me to Zimmer to help me look. I didn´t find them. Thank goodness today I went to the Hausmeister and got temporary keys until I get new ones made. I can get into my room so I am not homeless and without toothbrush and clean underwear. My room might not be the cleanest or the prettiest but it is mine. I am really sure that I lost my keys at Zimmer because I found one of my keychains there, the one that I had used to attach the keys to my waist. Clearly this plan did not work. I am hoping that during the clean-up after the club cleared out that someone found my keys and handed them in. The VISUM people are going there tonight when the club opens to see if they find them. I do so hope that they do. Good thing that my keys don´t say where I live I guess, ´cause this way no one can try to break in to my room and steal all of my left socks or something.
I thought that today I would get my courses sorted out. I was wrong. I was under the impression that this course on Game Theory that I am taking was boring and useless. I was wrong. I find the ideas interesting and at least reasonably pertinant. And I can see how it could be useful for me to know that sort of thing for later on my life. So instead I think that I will have to drop my Proseminar on Introduction to International Relations. Mostly because I have basically done the course before. And now my courses are just as messed up as before. Great.
I bought a USB key today. So that I can type at the library. It took me 20 minutes to find the darned things and no one in enormous Saturn wanted to help me. I was frustrated beyond my normal capacity for frustration. But I have to say this for my British friends who were waiting for me at the bank. The British certainly are expert waiters. Very patient.
Here are 10 more things I´ve found the British to be good at:
1) Queueing. Obsessively. All the time. You are just doing something normal like running onto a tram or something and there they are, forming an orderly queue. Then they express mild annoyance that ''The Germans don't queue!''
2) Being gentlemanly. This is something that is perhaps inculcated at a very very young age. I like it. However, conversely, it is rather hard to envision the man in a suit and bowler hat being a wild partier.
3) Being convinced that they know more about North American culture than they actually do. This is due to TV I think. And being surprised when North American culture/slang is different.
4) Student loans. Really they get a lot. Of course it would be better if they didn´t have to pay at all, but still it´s purty good.
5) Inventing very strange, niche products. Self-raising flour anyone?
6) Being self-depricating.
7) Saying ''Show them how the British do it!'' Then drinking.
8) Having a really fun sense of humour. But also quoting TV shows and movies that I have either never seen or never heard of.
9) Being confused about whether they are European or not. (Really, what continent do you think you are part of? South America?)
10) Making cracks about pants. Both kinds.
That was fun! Maybe I will do the same for some other nation another day.