goddammit..it's only the second month of the year and I've been sick god knows how many times already! You'd think I'd be used to this bloody weather already but no...the second that cold winter breeze hits my face like a ton of bricks, I'm forced to spend the next week in bed coughing up my lungs...not a nice feeling.
School is a pain, as usual, I wonder if the fabulous Istituto Marangoni will ever shape themselves up. Now they can't decide whether or not I'm even doing a dissertation, even though I've been doing one since the beginning of the year, now the "director', if you can really call her that, wants to follow the Italy method in which I don't understand how come she didn't figure this out in the beginning of the year?! Anyway, I'm too tired to deal with the messiness of this school but it is funny to see how other students are starting to understand just how incredibly stupid this school really is and that they're after our money, not more, not less. I actually had a great dream a couple of weeks ago that I became the director of the school, basically went in and fired everyone I think that are slacking off, or the ones that are sleeping with students, male and female...and totally reshaped the school. I can probably do a pretty decent job as well...better than what that stupid woman has been doing in the last five years or so, sitting in her "office" taking ridiculous pictures of herself for Facebook, i mean, does she not read the papers? "Do not put pictures of yourself that can affect your current job on Facebook!" Guess she didn't get the memo that day...anyone interested, her name is "Ana Nikovska" with an open profile on Facebook and yes, that puckered up "look at me, i have a barret in my hair and i'm so cute even though I'm past the age of 30, perhaps I should have a pose that demands some respect" woman is indeed my director of the school...
Lately has been interesting..have been visited by the ghosts of the past..been getting in touch with some people that I have lost contact with for many years..it's a strange feeling, it's exciting and yet frightening. With some, it's simply wonderful to catch up, especially the ones I didn't get to see before I left California, and to realize just how old we have gotten and how much we all have changed and we now look at the young 20s and laugh and think "this will all happen to you..can't avoid it..just embrace it..", and others bring up some unpleasant memories that I didn't realize had a permanent effect on my till it was brought on again..memories, funny thing that is..never really goes away, it just been tucked away in a little corner in your head but the second a smell, a song, an item, can bring you back to that exact moment, that moment where you cried your heart out, or the moment you laughed like you've never laughed before...
mother proudly reminded me that I'd be 30 in two years...damn that woman..but that's probably why I'm trying to hold on to a little bit of the "good" past...proves that I did indeed have led a pretty damn fabulous and eventful life...of course shit had happened but..the whole,what doesn't kill you make you stronger is a damn accurate testament...
i think i need some chocolate chip cookies...
