Where to start!
School is picking up and it reminds me of that scene in You've Got Mail where Tom Hanks says, "I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address." I always thought that was so charming and fitting because, honestly, who doesn't go out and buy new pencils every August 18th? I know I do. I've never been the kind of person who just loves college. I dreaded it, which wasn't fair because I probably prophesied it's suckiness and never really gave it a chance. I've actually found that I miss being able to roll out of bed and rush to class; now I leave two hours before class starts in order to have time for driving and parking. Pity me yet? Also, who knew that I would be pitiful when it came to learning another language? I just don't exercise that part of my brain enough, I guess. I'm trying so hard at this Italian thing but it's just not sticking.
Today, Friday the 23rd, was the official deadline for the OU in Arezzo Program applications. I cannot WAIT to find out if I'll be spending the spring semester in Italy!! Before you become skeptical, it's not that big of a deal that I'm awful at Italian and going to Italy. . . That's sounds paradoxical because it is. But I figure that between the oh-so-expressive Italians and my loudness and big gestures, we'll understand each other perfectly. Hakuna Matata, right? Well, IF I do go, this is one place I can't wait to visit. It's Manarola, one of the Cinque Terre cities. Beautiful, isn't it? Il Dolce Far Niente. The Sweetness of Doing Nothing.
Also, can I please just say that it is not classy to text someone your feelings for them? That seems like common sense because it is. Even if I don't even bring up how un-chivalrous (not a word, I realize) that is or how lazy it looks, lets not forget the fact that it's just too easy. I can't imagine ever considering dating someone who thought it was okay to drop cyber-bombs on people. What happened to taking risks? To me, showing that you have nerve is the first step to getting the first date (or at least closer to it). I know what you're thinking -- all this talk from the girl who isn't dating anyone. But seriously, I can't even count on two hands the number of times I've gotten asked out via text/facebook just this year. Ridiculous. I must have been born in the wrong era if I expected chivalry.
I suppose I'll leave you with Adele, because one of those cyber-bombs came to me in the form of lyrics this week. Enjoy!
Only yesterday it was the time of our lives.
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over."
