So it's been a while.
I'm just surprised I didn't get emails from friends asking me if I died! (It happens.)
I just felt the need to step away for a couple days. My real, legit school started this week, and Mama and I have been hitting the NATO college for a lot of events and lectures, Italian classes, and the like quite a bit lately. It's pretty busy around here!
Yesterday, while my mom was at a spouses' coffee in the bar at the college (Read: bar in Italy is not like bar in America, fyi. It's coffee. Cafe. Think Starbucks, but cheaper. Way, way, way cheaper.) I went to the gym. Ran the treadmill, lifted, used some of the machines, and did push-ups and lunges. I then proceeded to feel like jell-o for a couple of hours.
I cooled off and changed into nice clothes. (the "man" won't let you wear gym/casual clothes in the college, though honestly, I don't really even know who the "man" actually is when it comes to the college. But I digress. I digress quite often.) I tip-toed over to the library where it was cool.
If you were wondering why I tip-toed, it's because my ridiculously cute gladiator sandals (not a tourist schtick. They really are "in" here.) are apparently equally ridiculously squeaky on the floor in the college. I might as well have been wearing a cowbell.
I read some schoolbooks, and then squeaked over to the bar. (Read: NOT AN ACTUAL BAR.) I went up to the barista, and said "Un espresso, per favore." I figured I'd just knock one back before continuing to work on my reading. I get by with a little help from my caffeine. She pointed over to where the spouses (spice? speese?) were sitting, and asked: 'Are you, er, with-a the spouse?'
'No, but my mom is. I'm here waiting for her.'
'Oh, ok. I make-a you one, moment, please.' (I just love the way Italians speak English.)
She brought me my drink, wrinkled her brow, and said rather shyly, 'Er, may I ask-a... how old are you?"
I decided to use my Italian to make her more comfortable, and said "Sono sedici anni." (Sedici being 16.)
"Oh ok, I was thinking you were, er, older!" This is probably because she's seen me with the spouses (Spice? Speeseee??) because I take Italian with them and I am going to be attending Art and History lectures with them. She smiled at me and said, 'You are very nice!' and waved away my .50 euro. I thanked her, she attended the next customer, I drank my (free!!) life-blood, and headed back to the library to wait for my mama.
I finished all of my reading for that day, and so I read my Kindle. Mama got there, and we waited with a friend while our other friend who was going to drive us home got a tour around the college.
We came home, I had lunch, and at 5 pm I had my first real Rhetoric II online class, which was fun! I'm really excited about that. Today, in about an hour and 15 minutes, I have my first real Geometry online class! I'm... relatively excited! I mean, as excited as a bookworm like me could be about a math class. But my teacher and the other kids are sweet. But I'm pretty sure I'm the oldest one in the class, because I did pre-algebra, algebra I, and algebra II before geometry.
I think it'll be a good school year. I feel it in my bones.
Or perhaps that's the copious amount of caffeine currently shooting through my bloodstream. Could be.
Anyway, I'm also on a music kick right now. I mean, it's not like I ever didn't enjoy it, but for some reason I can't take my headphones out of my ears right now. It's actually my dad's iPod, because mine decided it doesn't like me anymore.
I understand. I loved it... to its demise. I think it's salvageable, but I don't really want too work on it right now.
Right now, I'm listening to Fernando Ortega. I like his music because I've never been good at memorizing scripture, but he writes beautiful music and then sings exact scripture for the lyrics, so I can memorize it better that way. Not to mention, it's entirely soothing and gorgeous.
I also like Foreigner. Go figure.
I never was normal, you know, and I never claimed to be.