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Published: September 11th 2005
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so, i feel better. i'm still pretty confused and aggrevated frequently, but i don't want to just sit and cry anymore. i went to the post office today all by myself, dealt with the shame of not knowing what was going on, and actually got some help from a couple of nice italian ladies.
i have discovered that two of my classes should really be renamed sight-seeing 101 and sight-seeing 102. we just walk around and look at all this super old fancy churches and learn crap loads about them. pretty neat, especially now that my blisters have finally died.
kim--your italian count comment seriously made me laugh out loud.
funny stories
1] so, our bathroom is probably the most disgusting one on earth. our washing machine is located here, and it has a share in the disgustingness. i was trying to clean it on one of the first days i was here, and after scrubbing it for awhile i realized my right arm felt really tingly and sore. i thought that was really weird and then switched to my left hand. pretty soon it started to hurt. i think, geez, what have i been doing to inflict
such pain upon myself. i lay my hand down on the side of the washer while i recount all the things i had done that day that possibly could have injured my hand, and i get zapped like nobody's business. apparently, the inside of my washing machine is electrified like nobody's business, and it only took me so long to realize it b/c i had a rag in between my hadn and the metal. my arm hurt for the rest of the night, and putting clothes in and out is literally a pain. hopefully our landlord will fix it soon.
2] so, we went out to eat one night. at most italian restaurants, you're suppose to order an appetizer, first course, second course, and desert. this is pretty pricey so i think i will just stick to pizzerias . anyway, rachael ordered the antipasto italiano . it had no description besides , so she was being very adventurous in ordering it. when they brought it out, it was just a huge plate with several
slices of salami, bacon, and some other questionable looking pig meat. she didn't know whether she was suppose to eat this with her hands or forks and knives or what, so she tried to ask our waitress. our waitress got really confused when we tried to mime someone eating in order to ask if we were suppose to use silverware. so she brings us a big steak knife. then rachael feels bad for making her brign the knife out and slices her lunchmeat with this huge knife. o, funny funny.
this isn't really a story, but some of you may find it humorous. i've kinda turned into a mom of sorts here lately. i mean, i go to the market everyday , i cook dinner, i remind people that the washing machine is empty and ask what all we should be washing, i do dishes everyday, and i go to bed at 9 and wake up at 6. this is not how i imagined my trip to italy. hopefully once i've gotten better bearings i will be more adventurous, but at the moment i have no desire
to leave trastevere except to go to school. trastevere is soooo much calmer than everythign across the river, and it has everythign i need minus school. and by the time i've gone to school for a few hours, gone to market, cooked dinner, cleaned, i really have no motivation to go out. i realize i've only been here a week though. it seems like i've been here for an eternity, however. i really can't describe how different time seems to be moving for me right now.
oh, i think i'm taking an indepdent studies course right now. the professor from u of a , quinn, is a medievalist, so i asked him to help me while i read le morte d'arthur for personal reading this semester. well, we had our first meeting today, and he informed me that i may be able to get real credit for this. this pumps me up b/c i think i'm really going to like this book, and there are few things on earth that i enjoy more than being in english class, and le morte, as deceptive as its name may be, is indeed an english text. AND, he told me that after
this semester i will have about half the credits needed for a minor in renaissance and medieval studies, so i think i may get that as my minor instead of history. that's fun b/c renaissance and medieval studies sure does sound a lot smarter than just plain history.
edit---am feeling considerably better now . last night i was going to just stay in and read b/c i'm a little bit afraid of rome, but all the other humanities kids talked me into going with them to the spanish steps. it was really fun. we walked past all the expensive stores . wow! i dislike paris hilton even more now that i realize that there are rich people clothes that are extremely beautiful and classy.
i also feel a little bit better because my roommate sarah told me that she's just as freaked out as i am. this makes me feel better, b/c i don't view her as a lame-o, and thus it makes me feel like less of one. oh, and i've been paranoidly afraid that all my roommates hate me. you see, i've not been as fun as i am at the u
of a, b/c i'm always around people, and i just don't function well that way. but, i think i redeemed myself some last night on our spanish steps sojourn. so, thats one less thing to worry about.
thanks sooooo much for all the comments guys! they really do make me relaly happy.
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robert
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The picture of the elephant made me laugh, but the picture of your toes made me sad. Two thumbs up for sepia. Hope you have a muy bien day Robert