Is curse words. Everyone in this country believes that the first words I should remember are: the different types of pasta and cheese, and swear words. While, of course, my family does not teach me to curse, my entire school does. But not to fear, I forget them too much to think of using them.
Yesterday (or a few days ago) I posted a 'homesick' blog below. Looking at it now...merely embarrasses me. When I wrote it, I felt that the feeling would not pass and that I would just be miserable and stare out the window for the next 9 months. Now, I feel nothing. I am not entirely happy, but I do not feel lonely. This is probably because I got to hang out with friends today. I went shopping with Gabriela from Chile, Stine from Norway, and Meril from France in the downtown Duomo area. I held myself back, I only bought one shirt and a pair of earings. It is so easy to get down there (a matter of 20 minutes on metro) that I will be sure to find more stores and buy more things. But I already had to spend about $80 on shoes and school supplies just yesterday. Ugh...the inflation is really killing me.
Alright my annoying friends, I have had many emails asking about Italian boys. Those of you who are family members, especially the brothers, probably dont want to read this, but if you do, dont let its contents worry you. Since I go to a school with very little girls they are in the close vicinity. Any of the rumors featuring charming italian boys who speak perfect english with sexy italian accents, have great style and hair, are all available and take you for rides around town on their vesper, are not true. To not let your fantasies be crushed I will explain the good-looking guys in my class who you can all 'Ohhhh' about. There is my personal favorite, who will be called 'Disoro', who is probably the most Italian 16 year old anyone could ever meet. He looks SO Italian its freaking hilarious, hes got the bright red and green 'Italia' sweater, tall, tan, basically seriously good-looking, the swagger which really has to be seen to be believed, and an aloof sweetness to match. I'm too tired to explain anyone else.
Thanks for all your advice, be sure to comment and email me.
Ciao!
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Oh how i think you should send me an intense myspace message about all the italian men you have met, from friends to foe's to young handsome 'swaggers' you talk of.
How im also wondering if i should make my own blog so u can read it xD but your probably busy withh your learning in italy.
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