Quelli come me, si va finchè ce n'è, ma è come non venisse mai il momento...
...Con quei progetti lì, e quei difetti lì, che ci fanno stare più contenti.
This entry is solely for the purpose of talking about real life.
Point # 1: I happen to have things to do, and yes, I'm addressing myself to you, 6:30 PM onTuesday student. I happen to have a house, a family, a couple of friends. The reason I remove myself from it and walk over to headquarters is, on Tuesday evening, solely for the purpose of teaching you. In the five times we should have met, you've managed to: come in half an hour late twice, and not show up for the following two. Including the one I cancelled because, you know, I was in Turin and thusly unable to be in loco for teaching, this makes a tally of two hours I've actually taught out of the seven and a half that will appear on my paycheck. I'm not complaining, mind you, I'm literally getting paid for coming into work and chatting with my coworkers. I should, however, warn you that my people will talk with your people, and that means that my bosses will talk to yours...and that never ends well.
Point #2: Valeria and I are going to the sea for the weekend. It had actually started out as wanting to go to Amsterdam, because my uncle has two return tickets and...yeah, long story short? Timing is such that we really can't make it out there at the moment. So we're going to Lido di Camaiore, in Tuscany, and will try not to forget that there is work on the following Monday. We're driving down on Friday afternoon, as soon as Vale gets off work, and we're coming back on Sunday night. Seriously? We're waiting for our paychecks to show up on our respective bank accounts, and then we're good to go.
Point #3: Ligabue at San Siro was nothing short of awesome. Mind you, it wasn't as magnificent as the U2 concert at the same stadium in 2005, but it still had its merits. Ligabue, for those of you who aren't fluent in Italian music history, is a pure and true rocker. His songs are full of guitars and beat and angst and sex and love. I've always known him, really, because songs like "Bambolina e Barracuda", or "Certe Notti" and "Urlando Contro il Cielo" are literally part of those of us who were born in the eighties and were old enough to understand in the nineties.
Played:
"Con Queste Facce Qui",
"Una Vita da Mediano",
"Piccola Stella Senza Cielo",
"Tutti Vogliono Viaggiare in Prima",
"Ho Messo Via",
"Non è Tempo per Noi",
"Ho Ancora la Forza",
"Vivo o Morto o X",
"I Ragazzi Sono in Giro",
"A che Ora è la Fine del Mondo",
"Quella che Non Sei",
"Eri Bellissima",
"Libera Nos a Malo",
"Tra Palco e Realtà",
"Happy Hour",
"Le Donne lo Sanno",
"Il Giorno dei Giorni",
"il Centro del Mondo",
"Certe Notti",
"Urlando Contro il Cielo",
"Il Mio Pensiero"
"Buonanotte all'Italia".
And definitely others I don't remember. More than two hours of almost uninterrupted singing. I am still...in the post concert high. Ligabue has got a huge advantage speaking for him: live, he's exactly as he is on recordings. It's amazing, really.
Point # 4: I'm spending a lot of time with Francesca and Nicolò, and...I'm running away to Tuscany for exactly this reason. I've already run from Francesca once, when I realised I couldn't have helped her if I'd allowed her to drag me back down, especially when I'd only just recently climbed out of the pits of despair myself. It was necessary then, and I think it's going to be necessary now; I won't be able to be of any help to them if I let them depress me, in the claustrophobic way in which they like to give in to the blues. I'm restless by nature, and I'm starting to feel trapped.
On the other hand, I'm a bit worried about leaving them alone with each other for three days; call it a hunch (a certainty, really), but it wouldn't really take much for either of them to act like a doormat in front of their respective exes. The "new" ones, not...each other...
I'm usually against the doormatting thing, me. I'm a firm believer in showing a spine.
Point #5: I've been working a lot and, to top it all off, this month my paycheck includes gas reimbursements in the form of lunch tickets.
Point #6: My mother wanted me go somewhere with her and my father for a vacation. As it stands, I think I'm going to stay here and work because:
A. If my plan to go France works out, the only cash I want them to foot is for rent and flights. Anything else comes strictly out of my own pockets; considering I don't know if this stage has money attached to it, yet, everything is really up in the air.
B. Having a job is a big responsibility. I can't just up and leave two weeks before summer closing, and...yes. Last year, I left after the 21st, and I didn't have the sheer number of students I have now. So...I think it's going to be a no go. Unless, of course, France comes through and they want me there starting next monday. In which case, I'm...yeah. Leaving. But it wouldn't be for vacation.
Point #7: I've told Nicolò and Francesca I won't be here for the weekend. I would have asked them, but Nico is studying for an exam and Fra works weekends and I...feel like I think I'll go bonkers if I don't get the fuck away from Milan? Yes. That just about sums it up. Also? They can survive without me.
Point #8: This time, I'm really going to do it. I'm going to buckle down and get my fucking degree. Why? Because now, I think I can, whereas I wanted to but wasn't able to cope before. So, expect me to be studying a hell of a lot for the next two years, and actually bringing home some results.
Point #9: I have a couple, or three or four or five hundred, projects I'd like to accomplish in the meantime: get the DELF, get the CELTA, and the BEC. As well as bringing my translation skills up to scratch.
Point #10: I did go to the Turin's Writing School admission day. The exam was absurdly pleasant to sit through, and I'm currently ranking 41st out of 100. They only take the first 30, though, and I don't know if 11 people will refuse or not enroll...the final list comes out on July 15th. Honestly? I'm not sure I want to go, and I'm not sure I don't want to. I just...it feels a bit like running away. And, also, I've been told that I'd be missed, in so many words and in roundabout ways.
Point #11: I need a shower, to drink water until my electrolytes are completely off balance and then wait for Nico and Fra to show up. If this ends up with Nico sprawling half naked on my bed, I think I'll yell. The bed is mine, dammit! Not to mention that we've been spending way too much time on each other's beds. Last week he fell asleep on his and left me to fend for myself in front of the tv. Thank god he's not my boyfriend, or I would have already had a self esteem crisis. As it is, I was happy he got some sleep, seeing as he hadn't slept in days.
This entry is solely for the purpose of talking about real life.
Point # 1: I happen to have things to do, and yes, I'm addressing myself to you, 6:30 PM onTuesday student. I happen to have a house, a family, a couple of friends. The reason I remove myself from it and walk over to headquarters is, on Tuesday evening, solely for the purpose of teaching you. In the five times we should have met, you've managed to: come in half an hour late twice, and not show up for the following two. Including the one I cancelled because, you know, I was in Turin and thusly unable to be in loco for teaching, this makes a tally of two hours I've actually taught out of the seven and a half that will appear on my paycheck. I'm not complaining, mind you, I'm literally getting paid for coming into work and chatting with my coworkers. I should, however, warn you that my people will talk with your people, and that means that my bosses will talk to yours...and that never ends well.
Point #2: Valeria and I are going to the sea for the weekend. It had actually started out as wanting to go to Amsterdam, because my uncle has two return tickets and...yeah, long story short? Timing is such that we really can't make it out there at the moment. So we're going to Lido di Camaiore, in Tuscany, and will try not to forget that there is work on the following Monday. We're driving down on Friday afternoon, as soon as Vale gets off work, and we're coming back on Sunday night. Seriously? We're waiting for our paychecks to show up on our respective bank accounts, and then we're good to go.
Point #3: Ligabue at San Siro was nothing short of awesome. Mind you, it wasn't as magnificent as the U2 concert at the same stadium in 2005, but it still had its merits. Ligabue, for those of you who aren't fluent in Italian music history, is a pure and true rocker. His songs are full of guitars and beat and angst and sex and love. I've always known him, really, because songs like "Bambolina e Barracuda", or "Certe Notti" and "Urlando Contro il Cielo" are literally part of those of us who were born in the eighties and were old enough to understand in the nineties.
Played:
"Con Queste Facce Qui",
"Una Vita da Mediano",
"Piccola Stella Senza Cielo",
"Tutti Vogliono Viaggiare in Prima",
"Ho Messo Via",
"Non è Tempo per Noi",
"Ho Ancora la Forza",
"Vivo o Morto o X",
"I Ragazzi Sono in Giro",
"A che Ora è la Fine del Mondo",
"Quella che Non Sei",
"Eri Bellissima",
"Libera Nos a Malo",
"Tra Palco e Realtà",
"Happy Hour",
"Le Donne lo Sanno",
"Il Giorno dei Giorni",
"il Centro del Mondo",
"Certe Notti",
"Urlando Contro il Cielo",
"Il Mio Pensiero"
"Buonanotte all'Italia".
And definitely others I don't remember. More than two hours of almost uninterrupted singing. I am still...in the post concert high. Ligabue has got a huge advantage speaking for him: live, he's exactly as he is on recordings. It's amazing, really.
Point # 4: I'm spending a lot of time with Francesca and Nicolò, and...I'm running away to Tuscany for exactly this reason. I've already run from Francesca once, when I realised I couldn't have helped her if I'd allowed her to drag me back down, especially when I'd only just recently climbed out of the pits of despair myself. It was necessary then, and I think it's going to be necessary now; I won't be able to be of any help to them if I let them depress me, in the claustrophobic way in which they like to give in to the blues. I'm restless by nature, and I'm starting to feel trapped.
On the other hand, I'm a bit worried about leaving them alone with each other for three days; call it a hunch (a certainty, really), but it wouldn't really take much for either of them to act like a doormat in front of their respective exes. The "new" ones, not...each other...
I'm usually against the doormatting thing, me. I'm a firm believer in showing a spine.
Point #5: I've been working a lot and, to top it all off, this month my paycheck includes gas reimbursements in the form of lunch tickets.
Point #6: My mother wanted me go somewhere with her and my father for a vacation. As it stands, I think I'm going to stay here and work because:
A. If my plan to go France works out, the only cash I want them to foot is for rent and flights. Anything else comes strictly out of my own pockets; considering I don't know if this stage has money attached to it, yet, everything is really up in the air.
B. Having a job is a big responsibility. I can't just up and leave two weeks before summer closing, and...yes. Last year, I left after the 21st, and I didn't have the sheer number of students I have now. So...I think it's going to be a no go. Unless, of course, France comes through and they want me there starting next monday. In which case, I'm...yeah. Leaving. But it wouldn't be for vacation.
Point #7: I've told Nicolò and Francesca I won't be here for the weekend. I would have asked them, but Nico is studying for an exam and Fra works weekends and I...feel like I think I'll go bonkers if I don't get the fuck away from Milan? Yes. That just about sums it up. Also? They can survive without me.
Point #8: This time, I'm really going to do it. I'm going to buckle down and get my fucking degree. Why? Because now, I think I can, whereas I wanted to but wasn't able to cope before. So, expect me to be studying a hell of a lot for the next two years, and actually bringing home some results.
Point #9: I have a couple, or three or four or five hundred, projects I'd like to accomplish in the meantime: get the DELF, get the CELTA, and the BEC. As well as bringing my translation skills up to scratch.
Point #10: I did go to the Turin's Writing School admission day. The exam was absurdly pleasant to sit through, and I'm currently ranking 41st out of 100. They only take the first 30, though, and I don't know if 11 people will refuse or not enroll...the final list comes out on July 15th. Honestly? I'm not sure I want to go, and I'm not sure I don't want to. I just...it feels a bit like running away. And, also, I've been told that I'd be missed, in so many words and in roundabout ways.
Point #11: I need a shower, to drink water until my electrolytes are completely off balance and then wait for Nico and Fra to show up. If this ends up with Nico sprawling half naked on my bed, I think I'll yell. The bed is mine, dammit! Not to mention that we've been spending way too much time on each other's beds. Last week he fell asleep on his and left me to fend for myself in front of the tv. Thank god he's not my boyfriend, or I would have already had a self esteem crisis. As it is, I was happy he got some sleep, seeing as he hadn't slept in days.