Food for thought...
Here I am, 11:23 pm, studying for two midterms, both of which are tomorrow and both of which I don't yet feel prepared for. The best part about it has got to be studying with my roommates and hardly being able to contain our crazy giggling (over nothing, really). I will miss them when we leave. Which is in 6 weeks, might I add.
The cocoa puffs here taste really strange. They're not called Cocoa Puffs, either, but I don't remember their official title. I took a big swig of milk that had gone bad yesterday and by some miracle managed not to gag and spit it all over Caitlin. Now I'm out of milk and decent cereal, but who wants to go grocery shopping? The Italians are slow, as it is. Imagine being in a small aisle with seven of them, all pulling their little rolling shopping baskets.
I got a great package in the mail from my mom today. Included were two types of excellent tea, a few candles, and some appropriate Gerber products. Happy Birthday to me! Only, my moment was ruined when another girl walked into my Italian class with a box twice the size of mine, filled to the brim with all the food you would find in a fully equipped pantry, goldfish and jelly included. Oh well. It's still almost my birthday, and my 21st at that. Bam.
Speaking of, I'm not sure what the plans are, but I know there will be some for our birthdays. I say "ours" because Liz's is two days after mine. So, we'll probably do sushi and head over to Campo de Fiori, the closest thing we'll get to an American 21st birthday celebration. This week is also Little 500 at home. What a great weekend it would be if I were there. Actually, I'd probably be working. Nevermind.
I do miss work though. Strangely enough. I had a dream last night that I was serving table 15 through 19 and kept getting double sat, which really shouldn't have been an issue, but I couldn't seem to remember the necessary skills I needed to properly serve the customers. I was frazzled, overwhelmed, forgetting drinks and how to abbreviate things legibly. I could feel them all glaring at me with disdain. They just wanted their damn coffee.
I got a letter from Chris yesterday. Delight!
So it's Spring (La Primavera) here and the trees are green and these incredible purple flowers are hanging on vines off of buildings. They're so beautiful, I want to eat them.
I'm really just putting off studying any longer, so I will get back to it. But I could really go for...say, a Snickers.
Recycle.
The cocoa puffs here taste really strange. They're not called Cocoa Puffs, either, but I don't remember their official title. I took a big swig of milk that had gone bad yesterday and by some miracle managed not to gag and spit it all over Caitlin. Now I'm out of milk and decent cereal, but who wants to go grocery shopping? The Italians are slow, as it is. Imagine being in a small aisle with seven of them, all pulling their little rolling shopping baskets.
I got a great package in the mail from my mom today. Included were two types of excellent tea, a few candles, and some appropriate Gerber products. Happy Birthday to me! Only, my moment was ruined when another girl walked into my Italian class with a box twice the size of mine, filled to the brim with all the food you would find in a fully equipped pantry, goldfish and jelly included. Oh well. It's still almost my birthday, and my 21st at that. Bam.
Speaking of, I'm not sure what the plans are, but I know there will be some for our birthdays. I say "ours" because Liz's is two days after mine. So, we'll probably do sushi and head over to Campo de Fiori, the closest thing we'll get to an American 21st birthday celebration. This week is also Little 500 at home. What a great weekend it would be if I were there. Actually, I'd probably be working. Nevermind.
I do miss work though. Strangely enough. I had a dream last night that I was serving table 15 through 19 and kept getting double sat, which really shouldn't have been an issue, but I couldn't seem to remember the necessary skills I needed to properly serve the customers. I was frazzled, overwhelmed, forgetting drinks and how to abbreviate things legibly. I could feel them all glaring at me with disdain. They just wanted their damn coffee.
I got a letter from Chris yesterday. Delight!
So it's Spring (La Primavera) here and the trees are green and these incredible purple flowers are hanging on vines off of buildings. They're so beautiful, I want to eat them.
I'm really just putting off studying any longer, so I will get back to it. But I could really go for...say, a Snickers.
Recycle.
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