Mio giorno

Ladies and gentlemen (or lady and gentleman, seeing as I think the only people that read this is Aimee and Curtis. Hi guys!) I present for your reading pleasure, my daily routine. Oh yes, entertainment abounds.
I wake up at 6:50 and usually lie in bed for about 10 minutes sorting reality for the dream I was just having and prying my eyes open. Then I go to the bathroom and wash my face. Oh yes, we're having fun already. Then I have my breakfast, Nutella spread super thickly on one of those mini toast thingies and a glass of water. After that I go to my section of the wardrobe to pick ou what I'll be wearing that day. After putting on my clothes and dumping my pyjamas in the washing hamper I'll look in the mirror and realise that I look like either a) a whore b) an extra in a My Chemical Romance video or c) all of the above. Usually I'll change into something less emoskanktastic, unless I'm running late. Damn my somewhat skanky/emo taste in clothing! Then I'll pick out some matching jewelry from my handy dandy jewelry box and touch up my nail polish, which for some reason always chips while I'm sleeping. Hw, I do not know. Then I'll go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. Then I'll do my makeup, not forgetting perfume because it actualy matters here seeing as when people kiss as greeting they can smell you, and I've noticed everyone else smells really good so I've got to keep up. What I'll do when I'll run out of Babydoll I do not know. Then I'll brush my hair again, seeing as somehow it's got mussed up since the last time I brushed it, 45 minutes earlier. Then it's time to grab my bag, put on my gloves, scarf, jacket and shoes and at 8:00 head out the door with Giuditta to go to school. Giuditta takes the stairs, I take the elevator because I'm too lazy to walk town 5 storeys. We walk for about half way, during which I will be whistled at, looked up and down and/or winked at at least twice, due to the fact that I am usually the only girl in the whol damn city wearing a skirt. I'm sorry, I can't help it ifI only own two pairs of jeans, I'm planning to go shopping as soon as I can okay? Ok. We then meet Francesca at the bus stop, except for about once a week when we meet her at the corner store so she can by cigarettes. Usually the first bus that goes past is too full so we take the second. Thrilling. We arrive at school at about 8:30 and head to class. I say ciao to everyone, everyone says ciao to me. I'm lucky I get a cheek kiss from one or two o the random rathe attractive guys in my class. One in particular who shall not be named. This will usually be the highlight of my day, not because it's particularly awesome, just because the rest of my day is usually rather uneventful. Unless we have pesto for dinner. I love pesto. Anyhoo, I spend the next 5 and a half hours or so alternating between playing hangman on my translator, reading, writing stuff on the cover of my notebook and studying Ye Olde Italian Language. Except during gym on Tuesdays when I run around and make an ass of myself in a vain attempt to hit a damn ball over a damn net and sometimes during English when the teacher makes a mistake and I can not restrain myself from transforming into my alter-ego, The Amazing Know-it-all Grammar Nerd, putting my hand up to say things like 'Um, excuse me, I don't think codify is a word' and lecturing everyone on the difference between snobby and snobbish even though I'm not completely sure wat it is. I always try to stop myself but the half of my brain that's saying 'That's a mistake! Aha! This is finally my chance to appear vaguely inteligent!' always defeats the half that's saying 'No, shut up! Nobody cares and you're makingyourself look like an idiot!' Anyways, this 5 and a half hours is interupted by two 10 minute smoke breaks (that's right, smoke breaks) during the second of which I buy my lunch, proscuito crudo and mozerella on white bread and either a Mars or a Bounty, depending on how I'm feeling. Actually Giuditta buys it for me, seeing as when I tried to get it myself the storeperson din't understand what I was trying to say through what must be a terrible accent. School ends at around 2ish (I always forget to look at my watch so I don't know the exact time) and Giuditta and I catch the bus home. Once home I de-layer and dump my bag in our room and if I'm hungry have a snack of whipped cream in a can on biscotti. Sometimes a little chocolate. Why yes, I have put on a little weight, however did you guess? Then I go on computer in the vain hope that someone will be online at 10:30 Aussie time. Nobody ever is except Curtis because everyone has forgotten about me. I usually stay on for about 2 hours, reading Tomato Nation, posting here and catching up with what's happening on Numb3rs. Then I may read a little, watch a little television (oh MTV, I love you so) and study Italian some more until around 8:00-8:30 when we have dinner. Dinner is always very very awesome. It's like Christmas every day, finding out what I've got. Then after dinner I have a shower and put on my jammies, then study/read/watch TV, depending on the day and how lazy I'm feeling until 10:30 when I brush my teeth, roll out my bed from under Carlotta's and go to sleep, except for Tuesday's when Supernatural's on, then I go to bed an hour later. Oh, and last night, because The Scorpion King was on TV and I was unable to resist the siren song of The Rock's super-expressive raised eyebrow.
And that is it. That's my rather uneventful day. But it's an uneventful day in Italy in which I eat great food and once I'm able to speak to people without the need of a phrasebook I'll have more fun so I'm happy.

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