Because I just went GAY all of a sudden!

mood: Stanco
music: Italian Mix + Indigo Girls + Rufus + BNL + GBS
random word: scooter

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10 points to the first person to beat Michael to identifying the movie quote in the title. And now the real post:

Woot. I am in S-borough, and that’s not a bad thing. I’m physically back in the English-speaking world, but I don’t feel that I’m mentally there entirely. In addition to those gol-dang punctuation marks on this fangled (neither old nor new… just plain fangled) English keyboard, I’ve been tossing si’s, ma’s, grazie’s and ciao’s into daily interactions with the family. I also find myself consciously and/or unconsciously conversing with myself in Italian, or getting that little twinge where I think caspita… come si dice questo in italiano? before realizing that I actually do not need to know how to say this in Italian because no one would understand me even if I tried. I hope that this feeling lasts for a while. Preferably at least until I start classes again.

Speaking of which, I still haven’t entirely decided on my classes for next semester. I think I’ll keep Scenic Design (I’ve already bought most of the materials for my stint with Lighting Design) but the rest could be subject to change. I need to talk with the Italian department to see which Italian class I should take, and I think I’ll show up to both Intro to Modern Logic as well as Linear Algebra for a day or two before I pick between the two. Clearly, Directing 2 is going straight out the window, and I’m pretty sure it’s getting replaced with Lit Theory, which would mark my first ever class in Monroe. Now I just need to officially change the major. The hardest part will be breaking up with Cláudio. Maybe we can work out a minor, or something. But I definitely realized that I really don’t need to put up with Cheryl and Richard anymore (ooh! Ali! I watched the recyclable episode of Project Runway today! (and Jessie? Did I hear that you’re hooked, too, or am I just making that up?) And Vincent makes me think of Richard. Which is why he needs to get the frig off of my television immediately.). I’ve gotten two facebook messages from incoming freshmen asking about the theatre department… one of them is in Cheryl’s first year seminar. Oh, the poor, poor dear. I didn’t have the heart to tell her, so she’s just going to have to figure it out the hard way. One of the students in the first level alla Scuola was a Midd alumnus and English/theatre major, and we talked about how much the department sucks the life out of everything. It was reaffirming. Mmm... I can’t really process the whole language school thing yet, so I’m going to save that discussion for another time.

In other news, the family continues to be… well, the family. Brian has a real job in the real, boring world of Economic Consulting. Holy SHIT I need to get a cool job. The dryer is broken, the process of repairing which is causing all sorts of snippy exchanges between my parents, and Granma Pearl is talking all sorts of crap about her son, my father, behind his back, which is pretty much always entertaining in my book, because she does it with such Italian love. In the extended family, Isaac is in jail for violating his house arrest by removing the air conditioner and sneaking out the window in the middle of the night, and Adria has developed a cocaine habit which was unearthed when she was caught stealing money from the Deli, so now there’s all sorts of tension between Team Barbara and Anthony, and Team Carol and Wontcha-Marry-Me-Bill. So, uh, Cousins’ Weekend doesn’t look like it’s gonna happen. Also, Jessica’s pregnant. Don’t worry, that bit was planned, and the majority rules it as a good thing.

I don’t really have much else to say. Which is a total lie, since there are blimp-loads of things to say. I just need more time to process them. So, I’ll end with the note that Ramen noodles are not even close to as good as last year’s noodles.

~Kevino Rosso