Dopo cinque settimane....

mood: contento
music: Gibiesse
random word: disarcivescoviscostantinopolizzarsi

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Ciao tutti!

Aaaaaand he’s writing in English. WHAT!!?? It’s Saturday, and I’m giving myself a break. I’ve come to the realization that I can do this; I feel like I’ve earned it. I did the only-think-in-Italian intense make-myself-crazy thing. And you know what? I think it worked. I can do it. I can speak in Italian. I can communicate, express myself, and often really think in Italian. Italian songs are stuck in my head much more often than even my favorite English ones. I can speak online with Italians while I whoop their asses at gin at it.yahoo.games! It’s still difficult, yes, but I can do it. I also have issues with punctuation marks, since they’re all in different places on the Italian keyboard, but that’s another story. But if I were to continue to criminalize my English tendencies, I would actually be damaging my mental stability, and I'm very serious when I say this. The Language Pledge is powerful and terrible. The president of the language schools really hit it when he compared the Pledge to the Force. (Such a better speech than Ronny Liebs'.)

Right now, about half the Italian school is off at Montreal and I haven’t seen my roommate in almost 24 hours (he’s not in Canada… I really just have no idea where he is. He doesn’t sleep in the room, since his friend has a single and bought an air conditioning unit. He routinely disappears to I’m again not sure where during the weekends, so maybe I’ll see him Monday morning.) so I’m merrily alone in my room on the third floor listening to English music and occasionally glancing at Il barone rampante and declining to read it for the moment.

I listened to the Company soundtrack, and the line in Being Alive “Don’t stop now… keep going” made me start to cry. Not entirely sure why, but seeing as Becky had the same reaction with Widow at the Window, I think that there is some serious potency in music of one’s native tongue – it can strike so much harder than the music that you can only understand on a basic level. And now I’m listening to GBS and am pretty much in Nirvana.

Okay, and now I’m talking with Mark Barber. Guys, help me out here – what’s one step above Nirvana? We also have decided that MCMP is better than sex… it just feels that good. Those of you who know better, I don’t want to hear it – I’d like to continue believing that my life is completely fulfilling in every aspect and I don’t actually need anything else. In other news, I continue to hate gay boys (Mark excepted), because they either suck at life, resemble Santa Claus, smoke crack and have boyfriends, don’t call/message me back, or don’t exist. Which all means wheee! more straight-boy-luvin’ this semester! Watch out.

Also, I finally read all the posts since July. Goodness gracious! I’ve missed out on a lot! In a particular order:

ali: congratulations on running the world and good luck with the boys! Wait, no, I take that back – share some of your luck with me! Missing Project Runway dreadfully.

Becky: we just talked on AIM like an hour ago. Shh… don’t tell anyone.

Ben: be alive.

Black Loon, the: when you’re a wrinkly old man, please publish your diary. Besides being a best seller, it will make me exceedingly happy to re-glance at the world through your eyes. Also, did you get my text? I was at McCullough at a very lame Italian dance party when I decided that I’d rather whip out my cellphone to guide me on a solo trip through the cemetery. One of them was Brousso, but I couldn’t remember/figure out who was the other. Do you remember?

Dan: I love that you’re Irish, too. On that day that we all do all those things that we want to do but haven’t found the time yet, can we learn Irish Gaelic together? Also: during work, go to http://www.gamedesign.jp/flash/dice/dice.html and maybe one day you can beat Becky.

Greg: Who am I kidding, you’re not going to see this until after I talk to you in two weeks.

Jessie: In the book I'm reading for Italian literature, there was a character who absolutely loved Clarissa. Then he was hung. And yes, these two statements are directly related. Let’s corrupt your freshmen next year. This statement, not so related.

Laura: you’re in Chile. We’ve been over this. Absolutely zero progress with the scarf.

Mark: you’re on this blog? Cool!

Principessa Mumkin: got your postcard, and once I screw my head on right, I’ll try sending you a letter! I also tried to Google-Earth you, but I got lost. Still thinking about your Principe Libellula.

Sam: the other day I read something in Italian that clearly reminded me of you: a student wrote that he was “uaiominghese.” (pronounce every vowel one at a time…) Some words just really shouldn’t be put into Italian. Also, everyone loves EmoBear and Italy won.

Damn, it’s just not possible to tell you all how much I miss you, and everything that I’ve been doing here. Basically, once I get back in to the real world, just start a conversation with me and I will blather on indefinitely with stories. Or talk to me this weekend or the next – I’ve got a feeling that I’ll be taking them pretty easy with that whole Pledge dealy. People here are all sorts of interesting, but really not as special as you folks.

TNWM,

~Kevin