Two things. Important things.
One. I am clutching in my leather gloved hands (I bought some Italian Military Police (Carabiera) fingerless kevlar padded riot gloves) one plane ticket to Dusseldorf, Germany, from which I will depart by train to Dortmund, where I will spend 30 hours dancing my fucking ass off at Love Parade. July 19th.
That's right motherfuckers, Love Parade.
I am a giddy ball of giggly squirmy happy glee right now, just thinking about pumping my fist in the air senselessly for two days.
Point two. Today I have my first test, after which I am going to celebrate by going to check out the discotec scene at the beach tonight. So, more dancing. The tomorrow I'm going to Sperlonga for some small town Italy oceanside tanning and tourism, then the Vatican on Saturday. Sunday will probably be filled with checking out free concerts around town, or I might go up to Florence for that day. I need to go to Florence, gods dammit.
I'm really nervous about my first test. My Italian class is literally my teacher speaking in Italian about Italian for 3 and a half hours, and our book is a book about Italian in Italian, so studying takes about 5 times as long as normal.
Gotta go, test time.
-Sean
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3 comments:
good luck on the test! It sounds terrible. I would have serious hissy fits if i were studying in a different language! You are the man!
Hope your test went great! I bet you're diligently pickin out your party wear about now... have fun!! And fun for me!
Ok. I'm jealous.
And good lucks.
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