let's be honest

i love my sister more than anything, ever. no, seriously. more than you. (see comment 2, 11.23)

thanks for the words of love, butt monk, i've missed you more than sweets (as our dear friend congo used to say) and will be home to offer any worthy advice i've got stowed up in here.


on another note. am obsessed with a boy here. it's way seventh grade of me, but what can you do. it's italy. it's over in 4 days.

just finished my italian oral final of explaining a foto to two professors, went ok, although foto was of me and "the cult," my camp buds, and i dont think the italians truly understood what was going on, what with the candles, lack of smiles, and hint of child sacrifice in the air. a-fuckin-+ is all i've got to say.

will miss kids here. gonna have to gather contact information. feel like i'm at summer camp or boarding school or vacation. will be like a freshman again next semester when all the newbies arrive...

2 papers due in 8 hours... can i kick it? (yes you can). over and out.
emilia-clara