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I'm in the computer lab and I should be memorizing a speech that I haven't finished writing yet. Did I mention I have to give the speech in Italian? oops. I'm kinda freaking out about it, but I have resigned myself to making an ass outta myself and then just not caring.
Last night I went out with Kay and Brooke to Dolce Zucchero, but it sucked and I went back early to learn Italian. Instead I called my mother and talked to her for an hour. I also have an art show tomorrow night which I just found out about yesterday, and I'm not done with my project yet. Hmmm, I am not a good worker this semester. And Kay and I ran into two random Italian guys yesterday and now we're meeting them at a bar called the Shot Cafe (already spells trouble) tonight at 10. So that should be interesting since they don't speak any English and I don't speak any Italian. It's gonna be a long night. And I'm going into the studio early so I can leave early so I can go to Eby's today at 4 to drink sangria. It's the only mexican place I've found here.
I just don't have any oomph to be here, much less do work in a foreign language. I have realized I loathe Italian with a passion. And the final is 40 percent of my grade. But I've been in good moods lately. Part of me thinks it is because of the wind, since it's windy here and for some reason smells like flowers all the time. So it's aromatherapy 24/7, or maybe im on crack. Anyway, I'm happy and it feels good to be happy, even though I have impending doom in 20 minutes. Why couldn't I just write an essay? I'm good at writing Italian, but not speaking it.
16 days until I go home.
Last night I went out with Kay and Brooke to Dolce Zucchero, but it sucked and I went back early to learn Italian. Instead I called my mother and talked to her for an hour. I also have an art show tomorrow night which I just found out about yesterday, and I'm not done with my project yet. Hmmm, I am not a good worker this semester. And Kay and I ran into two random Italian guys yesterday and now we're meeting them at a bar called the Shot Cafe (already spells trouble) tonight at 10. So that should be interesting since they don't speak any English and I don't speak any Italian. It's gonna be a long night. And I'm going into the studio early so I can leave early so I can go to Eby's today at 4 to drink sangria. It's the only mexican place I've found here.
I just don't have any oomph to be here, much less do work in a foreign language. I have realized I loathe Italian with a passion. And the final is 40 percent of my grade. But I've been in good moods lately. Part of me thinks it is because of the wind, since it's windy here and for some reason smells like flowers all the time. So it's aromatherapy 24/7, or maybe im on crack. Anyway, I'm happy and it feels good to be happy, even though I have impending doom in 20 minutes. Why couldn't I just write an essay? I'm good at writing Italian, but not speaking it.
16 days until I go home.