It would suck to have gone from being a world superpower to the Hittite's bitch in only thirty years.
But that's what happens when brothers keep trying to kill each other.

And now my hair is straight. Mostly. I got bored near the end because I have TOO MUCH FRICKIN HAIR. But it's straighter than it's been in quite a while.
And now that I've put off my essay for another hour, I should go write it...

I have to clean my room! Bleeeeeuuuugghhhhh.

That's about it.

I'm going onto my third straight hour of Italian. Brain dying...
The three girls at my table are talking about the rules of killing people - I don't care enough to actually figureout what they're going on about. Now, they're talking about kitchens. Also, care not.

What are people doing? Anything exciting?

I need more chapstick now...

I believe I have your wine.

I won at Sudoku!! It took a while, but I was victorious!

We had to write a sentance in Italian. I happened to write, "Stasera, mi piacerà andare al balcone con miei amici e faremo due chiacchiere."

My Italian teacher is now obsessed with balconies. She seems to really like the idea of a "festa sul balcone".
That's about I have to say.

I shan't bother explaining all of it, as it doesn't quite make sense, and just is about me and my family travelling around and such (generally, I just tend to tell the ones that involve the lot of you ( Read more... )

Time to go do my tut presentation... I'm hoping it's somewhat coherent, at the least... but one never can tell...