routinez

well hello there! i would just like to say that right now i am pretty sure a hurricane is descending. it is pouring sheets of rain and the wind is ridiculous. today i longingly stared at my bikini where it lay idle in a drawer. sad, sad.

so even though i don't have much to report from this end, i feel like i should do it now, when i'm at the school where there is wireless, because i don't know when the wireless at our apartment will be restored (sadly i have become increasingly dependent on our neighbor, flavio i think?, for my wireless entertainment. and i just discovered why none of my friends are ever on facebook when i am...because they are sleeping. duh. but now it looks like i can't even wake up at say, 3 am, to video chat, BECAUSE WIRELESS IS GONE).

i think i will go eat a kiwi and read my mafia book.

but anyway. i just had a three hour class in volcanology. the prof's name is boris and he's from germany. he has an affinity for 70's rock and headbanging, and of course showing us incredible videos of eruptions captured from approximately 9 feet away. i...love him.

for my comp lit and mafia classes i have the same teacher, an italian woman who i'm pretty sure is a model on the side. she's adorable. and even though my italian teacher knows everyone's name except for mine ("uh...hey...you...") i like her too. so all is well on the school front, especially because i got notebooks with snowboarding dogs on them, because you know, italians. you know what i mean?

i'm settling into a routine which is, while important, a little frightening. for example, the days go by so fast here--i think it's because i think about what time it is in the US far too often. or else because i wake up at 10. but i've changed the clock on my computer and set my alarm to eight, so i can go to the market and run before my first class at 10:30. we'll see.

a typical day might look something like this:

3 am: my roommate wakes me up to debrief on night's activities, having happened only hours before, usually involving a bar.
4 am: my other roommate crawls into my bed because she is homesick. second roommate perches on end of bed and we continue debriefing. children scream and dogs bark outside (for some reason)
9:30 am: the alarm on my ghetto, school-provided mobile phone goes off: "IT IS TIME TO WAKE UP. IT IS 9:30 AM. IT IS TIME TO WAKE UP." i set it for ten ASAP.
10 am: wake up, struggle around the apartment, keeping comforter around shoulders because of heating issues.
10:30: italian. repeat tongue twisters. think of ben affleck/JLO movie "gigli" for help with pronuncition.
12: sometimes class, sometimes not. class: prepare to overcome 25-second attention span by occasionally rubbing peppermint chapstick under each eye. not: walk around, go to market, win bananagrams, etc.
12:30: stop in to see giovanni and his son, santo, at cafe next to school. there are adorable and always give us discounts.
3: contemplate running. check weather. contemplate some more.
3:30: trot around the island, by the water. it's beautiful.
6 pm: beg roommate to cook me dinner. she obliges most of the time.
7 pm: buy wine.
8 pm: buy more wine, or else decide to cease drinking wine. i suppose now would be a good time to do some work.
9pm-12am: visit other apartments and compare various heating woes. eat whatever they cook for me. drink whatever they have. discuss deep life issues. play cards.roo
midnight: crawl in front of space heater. tie black sock around my eyes because that's what my roommate said to do for jetlag. fall asleep and have weird dreams about everyone from home...