La bella vita delle prime due settimane sta diventando pian pianino un ricordo molto lontano, sono alla terza settimana di lezione e ormai non si scherza più, ho tanta di quella roba da fare che a mala pena riesco a ricordarmi esattamente quello che devo fare.
Ora stiro, lavo e faccio la spesa, cheppoi qua comprare cibo non è che sia proprio cheap cheap come si tenta di dire in giro, almeno, mia percezione personale, anzi percezione di tutti qui (gli studenti international), which is spending to much higher costs involved, then recalling the value for money is not the best, I feel like a poor man, very nearly one goes to latch the entire semester.
Here, in these parts if you do not have a vehicle you're really fucked, public transport is one thing that does not exist here in Milan than we really are in a heavenly oasis of public transport eppensare that Milan is only a fourth in Atlanta. Crazy! The only solution is the scooter to share with 10 other people, even if a scooter shared with 10 other people is like sharing you a plate of pasta 100 gr. with 5 people, I do not know if the comparison holds, ma più o meno è così.
Capitolo telefonia. Qua chiami, paghi. Ricevi, paghi lo stesso. Ma dove cazzo si è vista una roba del genere, lo sanno solo gli Americani, cheppoi il senso di pagare una chiamata ricevuta non ha assolutamente senso.
Questo weekend faceva bello, ora non più, si stava in maniche corte. Abbiamo fatto una partita di soccer, io e gli altri studenti italiani contro il Resto del Mondo (2 spagnoli, un austriaco, un francese e un messicano). Abbiamo perso (10 a 7) e nemmeno con tanto onore, perdonateci, davvero!
Sempre sabato sera vi è stato un party, uno di quei party che fai nell'appartamento one of your friend, a bit 'of alcohol, Me, drunks and guffaw from paiura, appalla music, and besides the police. One of those American experiences to be lived in full, you knock on the door, open the door (I, I was hiding behind the door, because that seemed to knock me snobbish) became the first black policeman fat, and goes back him, the second strategic muscular, and the first says, sounding good decision-The Party Is Over! - cheppoi you look around and see a English policeman says to the drunk-Do you want to join us? - and I I laugh that I can not do that, looking at the wall, laughing, I could not take anymore, but then, then nothing happened, just had a neighbor cock called the chaff and the party went over really!
this weekend then there was the rush (or recruitment of freshmen in different sororoties and Fraternities), have a huge party in this dingy pub (which, however, 'it seemed cool to me), Irish style, gay-friendly in the morning, and full of Emory students in the evening, always had an orgy, we were off a little, there were many people who wanted to enter, but 'and' fun to wait, 'cause there was a myriad of people pushing and besides c 'was' I'm the giant door, which was the bouncer, and we were pushing a lot, but he was really a giant and Push back all out there, this stuff and' twenty minutes duration, typical of we were idiot!
Lurther From the land of Martin King and 'everything!
Bacieabbracciloveandpeace
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