poor entry
I have been baking pies for the past two days. I have also been reading Hamlet for class. I'm not ready for class tomorrow, but I'll have to wing it.
Julia found this on Andrea's Facebook this afternoon. I asked her to save it for me so I can post it in the "Mia Famiglia" album on my MySpace. Here 'tis:
It's from last fall, but I still love it. :)
And I really don't look anything like ma. Everything about me--both looks and personality--comes from dad's side, so how I fit into the Ameel and Bidigare families is beyond me. I am all Fabiano with a hint of DeFillippo.
We had a diary to turn in yesterday for my Shakespeare class. The topic was "fatherhood in Act One of Hamlet." I wrote about Ghost appearing to Prince Hamlet, and I came up with only the GREATEST puns for a title ever: "Here Comes the Son's King" (after the Beatles' song "Sun King," obviously). Clark buried his face in his hands, wept, and demanding I take my assignment away from him. "That is terrible!" he kept saying. At least I got him to laugh. NO ONE makes him laugh that often and I succeeded. I just may cry on the last day of the semester because I'm going to miss having his as my professor more than you could imagine.
Represent, bitches!
Wow. I am feeling quite tired. This terrible entry justifies my claim. I'm also in a bad and stressed out mood. Ergo, I'm going to bed. Buonanotte!
Julia found this on Andrea's Facebook this afternoon. I asked her to save it for me so I can post it in the "Mia Famiglia" album on my MySpace. Here 'tis:
It's from last fall, but I still love it. :)
And I really don't look anything like ma. Everything about me--both looks and personality--comes from dad's side, so how I fit into the Ameel and Bidigare families is beyond me. I am all Fabiano with a hint of DeFillippo.
We had a diary to turn in yesterday for my Shakespeare class. The topic was "fatherhood in Act One of Hamlet." I wrote about Ghost appearing to Prince Hamlet, and I came up with only the GREATEST puns for a title ever: "Here Comes the Son's King" (after the Beatles' song "Sun King," obviously). Clark buried his face in his hands, wept, and demanding I take my assignment away from him. "That is terrible!" he kept saying. At least I got him to laugh. NO ONE makes him laugh that often and I succeeded. I just may cry on the last day of the semester because I'm going to miss having his as my professor more than you could imagine.
Represent, bitches!
Wow. I am feeling quite tired. This terrible entry justifies my claim. I'm also in a bad and stressed out mood. Ergo, I'm going to bed. Buonanotte!