Housekeeping
Had sudden urge to clean up LJ tags when I should probably be sleeping (it's 4:30 AM here). Tomorrow I ought to begin packing but I may just go for a walk instead. Having the entire apartment to myself might be kind of liberating but it's also strangely disconcerting. Not that I haven't been home alone before, I do it all the time...I'm just used to having roommates. Bright side, if I were so inclined, I could totally walk around the place nekkid. Sadly, I'm no exhibitionist. I'll settle for playing my music loudly and singing along without the fear that I'll be overheard. Except by the neighbors because these walls are quite thin. Let's not dwell on that tiny detail.
Oh, I didn't exactly mention the whole "I'm back in Milan" thing. The family arrives on the 25th and I've had a long talk with Dad about how he thinks Italy is crazy expensive (it is) and how he needs to still watch his weight while on vacation (hopefully not to the point where he makes me feel like a fatty for enjoying my goddamned pasta). I wonder what it's like living with him now that he's on this health kick. While I want him to be healthy, he'd better still be slightly squishy because I don't know if I can cope with a non-squishy dad. It would be like calling a muffin a cupcake when it is clearly a muffin (and vice-versa. Dear Scotland, When I ask for a cupcake, do not reply "a muffin?" because that just confuses my poor US born brain. Love, Adri). I don't care if that analogy doesn't make sense to you, it's almost 5 AM here so I don't have to make sense.
Currently unsure of what to do with myself. For the next few days I have absolutely no commitments. No school, no traveling, nada. I know that I should begin the whole packing/cleaning thing but that isn't something I plan to do all day-every day. Hoping to see some friends. Other than that...who knows? It's kind of liberating. Maybe I should go to the park, slowly burn because despite sunscreen I burn easily, like an Irishman.
And now it's time for...
RANDOM OBSERVATION I MADE WHILST TRAVELING:
Germany had the least smelly inhabitants. Paris stank like no other (the metro was hell) and Milan is somewhere between the two. I mean, Berlin is built on a freakin' swamp so obviously the city has its own scent but its people were pretty good when it came to actually using deodorant. Paris and Milan...not so much.
Oh, I didn't exactly mention the whole "I'm back in Milan" thing. The family arrives on the 25th and I've had a long talk with Dad about how he thinks Italy is crazy expensive (it is) and how he needs to still watch his weight while on vacation (hopefully not to the point where he makes me feel like a fatty for enjoying my goddamned pasta). I wonder what it's like living with him now that he's on this health kick. While I want him to be healthy, he'd better still be slightly squishy because I don't know if I can cope with a non-squishy dad. It would be like calling a muffin a cupcake when it is clearly a muffin (and vice-versa. Dear Scotland, When I ask for a cupcake, do not reply "a muffin?" because that just confuses my poor US born brain. Love, Adri). I don't care if that analogy doesn't make sense to you, it's almost 5 AM here so I don't have to make sense.
Currently unsure of what to do with myself. For the next few days I have absolutely no commitments. No school, no traveling, nada. I know that I should begin the whole packing/cleaning thing but that isn't something I plan to do all day-every day. Hoping to see some friends. Other than that...who knows? It's kind of liberating. Maybe I should go to the park, slowly burn because despite sunscreen I burn easily, like an Irishman.
And now it's time for...
RANDOM OBSERVATION I MADE WHILST TRAVELING:
Germany had the least smelly inhabitants. Paris stank like no other (the metro was hell) and Milan is somewhere between the two. I mean, Berlin is built on a freakin' swamp so obviously the city has its own scent but its people were pretty good when it came to actually using deodorant. Paris and Milan...not so much.