Three weeks of Italian sun and I'm still una fantasma. Anyway, how much can I really complain about being in Italy.

tentative arrival back to states: July 2
amount i can't wait for computers that don't freeze: large
things i'm doing tonight: gelato, wine, and opera

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I've been having really vivid dreams lately. Yesterday was the dream about a sort of "friendship pow-wow", where I sat Indian-style with people from highschool who haven't yet come home from college and waited for, as it soon became apparent, the final friend to return home: Charlie. I was explaining to someone unlucky enough to sit near me that ( Read more... )

Behold: http://www.cm-life.com/pages/podcasts/03-27-2006/adams.mp3

Central Michigan University newspaper editor-in-chief trashes U of M for, well, no discernible reason.

So, school ends in two weeks. This summer ( I will )

So last night I was singing at church like I usually do every December 24th. This year was different because of an apparently recent flare-up in political correctness - the ladies were talking about how indignant they kept getting in public arenas, like shopping malls and supermarkets, about being wished a "Happy Holiday" instead of a "Merry ( Read more... )

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

1. Finish nearly three weeks of Italian workbook ( Read more... )

My room is admittedly a mess, butu I guess it comes with the territory of being a busy busy student who never lives in her room. What I've always loved about my messes is the order amidst the chaos. The dirty clothes in their greens and greys stick out like sore thumbs. Bottles are up high; books are down low. Necessities live on my desk or in ( Read more... )

I've got to say, I'm really in the mood for a hot dog or bacon or something like that right now. And I don't even eat bacon. And I definitely am in no position to eat a hot dog at present ( Read more... )

It's fall break at U of M, and I'm spending my break dying and dead. Ow, my swollen neck. Ow, the pain behind my eyes. Ow, my sore throat. Ow, my 101 and rising fever. I was about to suggest that I just copied the name of a 98 degrees album, but then I realized their degree number. Oh, to be back at 98 again ( Read more... )