Tomorrow morning I get on a plane that will take me to Paris and then to JFK, and Tuesday another plane will take me back home. My suitcases are packed (and both borderline on the weight limit, so hopefully the scales aren't finicky), and Steve the Stuffed Walrus has to come in my carry-on because he's too squishy to fit in either bag ( Read more... )

For someone who only got over on Dreamwidth as a backup, I am having a shitload of fun playing with my journal colors. I am scared of ever ever changing my LJ layout because what if I like it less than the current one? but now I have a shiny new journal to mess with (and there are only, like, three layout choices so I can't get too flustered ( Read more... )

I need to regroup and figure out which country I'm actually in right now, for serious. It's been sort of a crazy two-and-a-half weeks; I just got back into Bologna late Sunday night. Since I am at my internship with nothing to do (both the cases I was helping on before I left are at paused points) I have time to write stuff up. Without further ( Read more... )

Midterms are at least over, although their success rate remains to be determined. Italian Politics was OK (although it was the exact same format as last semester's Comparative Western Systems, so she'll probably grade it the same way and find random points to take off) and History is going to be a crapshoot. Now I have to solidify my Immigration ( Read more... )

Still in Italy, having more up-and-down days than a roller coaster at Six Flags. Monday and Tuesday were some of the lowest I've felt, actually ( Read more... )

In Internet cafe in Bologna. Miserable and lonely. Can't find a place to buy trash bags or Kleenex. Someone stole my pens out of my luggage on the way over. Can't read labels in grocery store. Apartment is ... I don't even know. Kitchen is smallest room I have ever seen, have no idea how I'll cook in it. Everything too expensive out here. ( Read more... )