ISN'T THAT AN AWESOME TITLE?
I JUST THOUGHT OF IT WHILE I WAS...I JUST THOUGHT OF IT!
LISTEN: I'm not sure what I recently wrote about. Let me check. Ok, my courses and other shit no one cares about. I said initially (RIGHT HERE) that this is a NO SRS BSNS BLOGGY BLOG. I don't joke about nein srs bsns. I am neither qualified for nor capable of writing beautiful, insightful things about my life. Because life is neither beautiful nor insightful. It's just choices and events and you just do what you want to do. And occasionally stuff you have to do. And as evidenced by my life of recent, things you shouldn't do. Be selfish, it's all about YOU. BE SMART. ER. That is my super intelligent summary of life.
I'm sorry, I just ventured into serious business land. I need to flog myself now.
It doesn't feel like November. If I were at home, I'd probably be trying to navigate my way through three feet of snow right now. This is false, because it has not snowed enough, but any other year maybe. The weather is just...weird here. I still haven't bought boots, so I either wear tennis shoes that are wet within mere seconds (since it does not stop raining/being moist/God doesn't stop jearing) or I say, 'EFF IT' and wear flip flops. To the dismay of every man, woman and child who sees me walking down the street. I don't know how they notice so quickly that I'm not wearing closed-toe shoes. They'll look at my face, immediately redirect their gaze at my appalling footwear and then give me a look of intense hatred. Right in my eyes. I suppose, when the program people informed us earlier that no one wore flip flops in Italy, they were referring to this. In the summer, they'll wear them out and about (so BCSP was half wrong) but it is absolutely unacceptable to wear them past September. If the weather stays like this (not very cold and wet), Maried will be wearing them until December 22nd.
I also don't own a coat. I came so prepared, mentally and physically, for this trip.
This is the most pointless post of ALL. TIME.
My sister and I were skyping last night and we had the brilliant idea that she should visit me. Considering my own parents said that more than one person wouldn't come visit me because of monetary issues, it's likely that this dream of ours will never come true. Why can't I be Melinda Gates except not go to college slash be brilliant but just marry a brilliant person who buys you a giant cabin (that has its own Wikipedia page, btw) and gives you a thousand bucks with breakfast every morning?
I have to go to class now.
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