My Tuscan Dance Debut
We all street-performed with Claudia and Joe today, but I think the bonfire's canceled. Even though I think the rain stopped.
My plant committed suicide two nights ago. That's what I get for not buying that new tan pot for it just because we were in a hurry.
I just haven't been this happy in a long time.
It's so warming to be able to communicate with people. Shop owners, clerks, people who know where the piazza is. I mean, you still look like a fool trying to put together sentences, but you can put together ideas. And they're so patient. In another month, I'll have more Italian than I ever had Spanish--which used to be a lot. That said, I didn't understand a damn word of that play last night in that town with all my famous teachers in it. But can carry on for an hour with Jade as she corrects me and fills in my blanks. And we choreographed a dance together. I want to dance at slc next year. Can you choreograph a piece for the student concert if you've never taken a dance class before?...
(...so sublime it's usually overlooked...)
I haven't written more than a page in my journal since arriving here. This is the opposite of normal. And I don't think I'll fulfill the solid song a month quota, but I know Josh won't either. But these are those seconds that will easily grow into those songs when I can look back at them from over...there.
It's about appreciating the bite you're still chewing and not focusing on scooping up the next one before loving and swallowing. I think.
And if you're so bored that you're actually posting on your livejournal, you should, like, take a few moments and, uh, email me. You know? Cool. Thanks. Bye.
My plant committed suicide two nights ago. That's what I get for not buying that new tan pot for it just because we were in a hurry.
I just haven't been this happy in a long time.
It's so warming to be able to communicate with people. Shop owners, clerks, people who know where the piazza is. I mean, you still look like a fool trying to put together sentences, but you can put together ideas. And they're so patient. In another month, I'll have more Italian than I ever had Spanish--which used to be a lot. That said, I didn't understand a damn word of that play last night in that town with all my famous teachers in it. But can carry on for an hour with Jade as she corrects me and fills in my blanks. And we choreographed a dance together. I want to dance at slc next year. Can you choreograph a piece for the student concert if you've never taken a dance class before?...
(...so sublime it's usually overlooked...)
I haven't written more than a page in my journal since arriving here. This is the opposite of normal. And I don't think I'll fulfill the solid song a month quota, but I know Josh won't either. But these are those seconds that will easily grow into those songs when I can look back at them from over...there.
It's about appreciating the bite you're still chewing and not focusing on scooping up the next one before loving and swallowing. I think.
And if you're so bored that you're actually posting on your livejournal, you should, like, take a few moments and, uh, email me. You know? Cool. Thanks. Bye.