Tumblr Is Better

--And this is why I have so many friends.

My roommate just went to a laundromat to dry her clothes. She stole one of my suitcases. The slut!!!!!! 

I let her borrow it.

I'm sorry, one person who reads my blog, that I haven't updated in such a long while. I've been super busy. Juggling school, attending class every single day, incessant studying - nay, incessant learning, tutoring 32 children for free out of the goodness of my heart, taking beautiful photographs of beautiful things and beautiful people, being frugal, cooking wonderful meals from all cultures for my wonderful friends of ALLLLL shapes and sizes, and journaling. Just journaling about this life-changing experience I'm so fortunate to be able to enjoy...



-------> I've been sitting on my ass.

It's getting colder, and my figurative Minnesotan blood is just aching for hibernation. So, yeah, sometimes my 25 minute walk to class isn't appealing. Crucify me. Hey, apparently it snowed in St. Paul yesterday? So I heard. If so:

 

I suppose I should at least document what courses I'm taking this semester, if anything, for the sake of adding an inchling of legitimacy to this embarrassment of a blog:

• Multiculturalismo e Relativismo Culturale:
• SYLLABUS:
• "In this course, which is apparently philosophy of human rights, we will seek to combine all words known to mankind that end in '-ismo.' You must know them all, how to spell them, what they mean, the root of each word, and the person who developed it, their mother's maiden name, their place of birth, and how many sexua partners they had"
• "There is a reading list of 300 books, you only have to pick three, but they're at a reading level far beyond your years and impossible to find"
• Il Boom: Il Cinema Italiano del Miracolo Economico:
• SYLLABUS: 
• "In this course, we will watch all sorts of movies that all look and sound and are the same" 
• "Multiple-page papers will be required every once in a while (although most of the students have never taken a film class before) usually on a topic you will not know much about. Please - do not seek to write intelligently. Simple, easy sentences that make you sound like a fourth-grader are more than acceptable"
• "Be prepared to set aside 3 hours per article assigned, even if it's only 3 pages long. It is not guaranteed that those 3 hours will produce a satisfactory comprehension level"
• Corso Avanzato di Lingua e Società Italiana 
• SYLLABUS:
• "REMEMBER TO BUY A GIANT ART FOLDER, BECAUSE THE ONLY SIZE PAPER OWNED IS COMPARABLE TO A KING-SIZE BED SHEET. ITALY DOES NOT BELIEVE IN STAPLERS" 

I'm having so much fun academically.

Thankfully, I'm traveling again in a couple of weeks. This time, to London! The original plan was to attempt to stalk out the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 premiere in London on November 11th, but seeing as how I'm such a good student and refuse to miss class on Thursday night (but I'm totally fine with skipping class Monday? TBD), Mallory and I will be departing from Italand on the morning of the 12th, a few hours after our friends, whom I will hopefully meet up with at our London hostel, assuming the plane doesn't break in half in mid-air. I assure you, for I have read many a Wikipedia article on plane crashes, for an aereo made of plastic, this is not impossible.

I'm excited for London, I'm excited to be all tourist-y. When we went to Spain this summer, I was so  worried about being immediately recognized as a tourist. I was very adamant about everyone in our dysfunctional family speaking as much Spanish as possible, I even faked a pretty sweet Spanish accent (thanks, Iker) but by the end of the first week, we were being addressed initially in English, so I said, "FUCK YOU, SPAIN" and started using complex forms, idiomatic phrases en inglés just for FUN. Because, as it occurs, I am extremely proud to be a sort-of American. So, yes, by the time we were in Italy, I didn't even bother with Italian. Especially in Rome. Inhabited mostly by Asian tour groups and nuns.

I'm excited to once again be in a place where the native language is English, even if it is a country that's nothing more than the dried husk America came from (--"30 ROCK"). I'm excited to compare Americans to the English, to judge and sneer. I'm excited to take pictures in those ridiculous photobooths everyone loves to pose in like a bunch of d-bags. I'm excited to go to/break into Buckingham Palace. I'm excited to go to the theatre the Harry Potter premiere was at the night before, stand amongst the stampeded "I <3 YOU DANIEL" posters and panties, and to bask in the fact that, mere hours before, magic was there.

I've yet to book a ticket to Madrid. It's proving difficult to make it there this semester. There's a possibility I could go for the Valencia game on 4th/5th of December (so, from 3/12-6/12), but I'd have to convince enough people to accompany me. I would go with one other person, but I certainly wouldn't go alone. I don't know what I'd do if I was close enough to actually see Xabi without someone that is not affiliated with the law restraining me...

All I do here is talk about shit that has nothing to do with anything. 

Let me see, what I have I done recently that isn't lame...

....

....

....

....

Last night, we celebrated Halloween à la Italiana à la Americana. To subsequently be celebrated tonight, Saturday night, and Sunday night (which, if some of you don't recall), is actual Halloween. Our friend Maggie, who was a lovely host despite being intoxicated, had an awesome party in her awesome apartment until her opposite-of-awesome neighbor prompted her and her roommates to kick us all out. I had THE BEST POTATOES I HAVE EVER HAD IN MY YOUNG LIFE:

 

IT LOOKS DISNASTY BUT IT IS NOT. IT WAS SO GOOD. IT WAS JUST POTATO PLUS 600 DIFFERENT TYPES OF ONION. I LOVE ONION. I SUFFER THROUGH ONION BREATH BECAUSE I NEED ONION.

Honestly, that was the highlight of my night. Aren't you proud of me for busting my camera out for the first time in a month? Maybe I shouldn't have let several drunk people handle it, but, thankfully, Xabier Esteban Ferrara is safe and sound. After the party, Mal, Ellen, and some of Ellen's ridiculous roommates...what did we even do? We were standing around for an hour or 3 being obnoxious in the streets...

 ----Mass exodus out of Maggie's apartment. No, mass doesn't even begin to describe it.

 

----This kid named Lucifer's ass (the one Mallory almost has her nose down) was sticking out all night. And I've never seen anyone suck at the Waka Waka dance so much. I'm the most uncoordinated fucker on earth and I can dance that shit. This is the same person who thinks Shakira is fat. 

He and I are done professionally.

...wrestling off creepy alcoholic stalker homeless lady until we decided to go sit around at Ellen's apartment. 

I hate that everything on Blogger is in Italian. When will people get it into their head that I don'tuh SPEAKUH Italiannnuh. 

Edwin booked my flight home for Christmas recently. I'm getting out of here on the 22nd and I'll be back in Bologna on the 8th, I believe. It's just over a two week-long break, but that's much longer than I expected I'd have. I believe my last exam is a week or two after I get back, and then GOD ONLY KNOWS what I'm doing until spring semester classes start up again. Hopefully a whole lot of

Essentially, the only recurring emotion for the past few weeks has been this:

I miss Lost.

Judge me, I dare you. I can school you in Lost trivia and that's much more interesting at dinner parties (what, you don't do dinner parties?) than knowing about how to make pizza or like, political science and other NERD things.

And I'm embarrassing myself, bye goons.