Kenneth is Norwegian and speaks five languages, including English with an Australian accent because he learned to speak it while going to university in Sydney. He is a journalist and an absolutely unbelievable cook. When I first came to see the apartment and asked if there was anything else I should know before agreeing to rent it, he told me he and his partner Eva are vampires. He wrote a book on the role of conflict in the former Soviet Union and is in the process of publishing it. Among his many academic ambitions, Kenneth is applying to the United Nations' graduate program in Peace Studies in Costa Rica. Right now Kenneth has strep throat so he is pretty miserable. When we all went out two weekends ago, Kenneth convinced me to come by telling me to act my "mental age" which he says puts me on par with the rest of our housemates, chronologically. The other night Kenneth accused me of not knowing who Optimus Prime is and I said, "Dude! I am not THAT old, okay?" Kenneth might have to bake the carrot cake I intend to serve at my wedding, if I ever have one, because his is amazing and he bakes it from time to time for no reason at all. He has a membership to the Blockbuster down the street at Kikar Pariz and last Saturday night patiently explained the entire plot of _The Usual Suspects_ to me, not even getting annoyed that we had to stop the movie a bunch of times because I was confused. Kenneth is sensible and very, very generous. I don't know who he loves more--his mom, or Eva.
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