So, we know this Italian guy, and he keeps getting me to be the pretty girl that brings flowers to important Italians that come over here. This time, at the end of May, this will pay off! I'll be getting a $500 scholarship. Awesome, ne? That covers my housing and one of my passports ( Read more... )

Okay, maybe that's exaggerating a BIT, but dammit. SO, I'm apparently in Calabria. What. WHAT. I don't even. I've been there twice. When I was a baby and when I was 15, to visit dad because that's where he is (never gonna do THAT again). And the paperwork that says I'm there? Filed in 2010 ( Read more... )

*scowling* I am not a fucking morning person. At all. But SOMEONE decided to call at three something AM. Four. Fucking. Times. Oh, but Gloria, aren't you awake then anyway?

No, not this time. I'm supposed to be up now to talk to some bitch about my health insurance and figure this shit out. So, I had only just gotten to sleep at two. Maybe ( Read more... )

Anyone who bitches about American bureaucracy can just swap places with me. Fucking Italian Consulate wants SO much paperwork. I found my mom's, my dad's, and my birth certificates, but noooo, that's enough. They're the originals, even! Argh, I'm probably gonna need to get my mom to call my nonna to get her to get a better copy of the birth ( Read more... )

Snoooooooow. It's everywheeeeeeeeeere. The street is so whiiiiiite. This should constitute no school. ;-; Pleeeeeease send me a text message already, Temple, I do not want to make my way through the snow ( Read more... )

Ugh, I didn't get much sleep last night. Mom left at 5am, and since I was still awake, and I'm freaked about what's probably living in my room's mess, I went to her bed to sleep. ...a few things are shitty about that ( Read more... )

I ate something substantial today. Yay me. Still feel blah instead of just full. Oh, and guess who's been calling the house a few times every morning? If you guessed an asshole, you would be correct. Oh daddy dearest, fuck off. I am not in the mood to deal with you ( Read more... )

So, got an e-mail about my academic progress and how to check it. The e-mail says a Y is BAD. I expected one Y by my History class. Oh, there was a Y, all right. It was next to Italian, which means Gloria nearly has a panic attack because that's not possible ( Read more... )

Go, Italy, go! YOU CAN BEAT NEW ZEALAND! Okay, there's a Cannavaro commercial, and it is tasty. <3

EDIT: NO! NO! NOOOOOO! SIX MINUTE IN AND NEW ZEALAND GOT A GOAL IN! *SOBS* THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF BUFFON WASN'T HURT! *CRIES IN A CORNER*

EDIT 2: DELICIOUS PENALTY KICK WAS DELICIOUS! MMM, IAQUINTA! :D *happy dance*

EDIT 3: Halftime and the ( Read more... )

I love my mommy. My dad called an hour earlier than he usually has been this week, and mommy answered. She talked to him for like good ten minutes, I think. She totally bitched him out. XD I love mommy sooooo much ( Read more... )