I actually feel like writing today. pazzo.

so after writing the title I have already lost my zest for wanting to write anything. but I checked other peoples blogs this morning for the first time since I left the states and I kind of felt inspired, or just envious that I that I don't have excess time to just sit and shoot the breeze in front of a computer screen but rather am usually out gallivanting around Italy. perhaps i will just come back to this after morning class and be renergized. forse? oh but before i forget, my babbo told me last night that my sister Alice was Fred flinstone. and i haven't stopped laughing yet. mostly because i have no idea way. and because he says Fred flinstone with the greatest accent ever.

anyway. so we are on the università di pisa website today. http://www.unipi.it/ateneo/comunica/comunicati1/chicago.htm_cvt.htm
so that's special. i'm sitting in a chair and i look my back is tied to some sort of wooden stake, as my posture is excessively straight. not sure why. anyhow, that was friday, not much fun, but they fed us, and like a good college student, that was all i needed to be happy. free food.

my babbo and i had this excessively long conversation while he was hanging laundry out my window last night. it was quite a funny conversation, that would be the one which ended on him telling me that Alice was Fred. i think its because her clothes are old and holy, but i don't actually think so, its just what i can come up with. maybe its like silvia says and its because she acts like a caveman with her manners. i don't know. he asked me if i thought he was a good father. and that was like the one time, i think it was Lindsey, or maybe heba, im not sure, they asked me what's the one thing you hate about me. and just like that situation, i had nothing bad to say, but its still just an odd question to ask of somebody. i mean clearly i told him was a good father (and to keep up with the parallel clearly i had nothing to hate about whichever it was that asked me the other question) but then he was like why do you think so? and i was like i don't know. so then he thought i was just saying he was a good father to placate him. so then i told him it was because he was a lot like my daddy. and then that only made me have to tell him all about my dad for like 15 minutes. i just kept digging and digging dude. finally he finished hanging the clothes. then at dinner i was accused of not liking the rest of the family because i only talked to babbo. it was a joke, but i mean, true. well, not true that i don't like everyone, but true that i only have conversations with my dad, its actually just because he's the only person that i can ever form coherent sentences with. not sure why. he also makes a really big effort to talk to me. which is nice. i thoroughly enjoyed his bday present, it was very babbo-like. he has been writing in a journal for over 20 years every day he told me the other night at dinner. crazy. he wants me to go caving with him, and i want to, but i don't want to die in the cave and not know how to say help. hahaha. he has worked two shifts of work for the last three days straight. that's a lot of work. i always feel really bad for him when he leaves at night after he just got home from work only a couple hours before. wouldn't you? anyway, that was a lot of babbling about my babbo with no real point.

so, let's see. this weekend is firenze! and next. i might go to bologna on sunday. who knows. variety is the spice of life. only like 30 days left here. which is just insane. argh, then home to spend quality time with dr. tony il dentista. yuck. but it will give me a good excuse to have three straight days of couch sitting and watching television... in english!! although i discovered that on sundays the mtv channel doesn't air italian mtv but just english programming, no subtitles or anything. i find this humorous, and also nice and homey. oh italian television. oh crazy italian government. oh RAI. im doing a presentation on William wordsworth's visit to pisa tomorrow afternoon. well, hopefully, i haven't started it yet. my stuttering problem has gotten really bad over here in italy. its really really bad when i am reading italian but its even got worse as well when i am speaking english. i don't even have to be super excited/hyper to stutter. its really not good. i am going to have to see a speech therapist or something ridiculous. maybe Alice and i will go together. she has a lisp. was that mean? sorry.

oh patience. what a virtue.

this morning was the most beautiful summer morning we have had yet. oh the weather has just been so beautiful! all of us pale chicago kids are even starting to not look nearly so out of place. a grand thing indeed. i wonder if i will stay so detached from my computer when i return home or if the umbilical cord will reattach itself, i hope not, i enjoy books and what not these days. and probably even moreso when i can read them in english at a decent pace!

blah blah blah. it seems someone needs to pay attention to negin's sleep aptterns and make her go to bed. as she is always up at crazy hours. however, entertaining...
smashley marie: oh chicago, how i miss teh homeless people
smashley marie: they just beg and play accordians here
mayrain1: oh, that's not nearly threatening enough
smashley marie: exactly
mayrain1: yeah i've noticed that actually, homeless people in the US are unusually hostile
mayrain1: but its endearing i suppose.

anyway. blah blah blah.
i suppose i have wasted enough time. both yours and mine.