MY WILD LIFE

Yay! I'm a Foundation Diploma Student!

2011-11-08T17:00:00.001-08:00

Well, well well, lots of things have happened since August!
First of all, I'm officially a Foundation Diploma student at Farnham UCA! The moving process took so long and there's always a new problem which comes out every week, so, it's hard to say I've settled in, but I am. The place is simply lovely, and since it's a small town in the countryside, it's very peaceful, and, what's most important, safe. I don't regret having left a big city, although I usually spend my Saturdays in London. Here in Farnham you have everything you need to leave and you don't have issues with traffic, smog and so on. People are everything but stressed, so they usually happen to be very kind and talkative. Being an Italian in a foreign country is not bothering me at all, since I live in an environment where international people are more than welcome, and not only here at campus!

I can say my real issue if friendship, because I've come to know some people, 5 girls in particular, who were in the same group I was, but they all lived outside Farnham, and have their own life and business to carry on. This means that, outside lessons, I don't have lots of people to talk with.
I live in a "flat" with 3 people, but they're not so eager to spend time together, which is very sad. I'm probably the only one who talks with everyone, but we do nothing together. It's something that really bothers me, cause we've been living under the same roof for 2 month and we hardly know each other. We rarely talk, and when it comes to dinner time, everyone keeps eating in their own room. I've talked to other people who live on campus and this doesn't happen with them. When we first met, things weren't like that, but then the other girl who lives with me often invites her boyfriends and spends time with him, another boy has his best friend living in the student village, so they're stay together, and the last one...well, he has some friends to go out with but he's usually alone here. I think he's the one I mostly talk to, but he's been very quiet recently.

I thought I had started quite well because when I had to collect my room's keys, I met a girl from Cyprus who was going to attend the same course. We've made friend quite quickly and even went to dinner out in a restaurant, along with our parents who weren't so talkative…at least my dad, since he has never studied English properly and was therefore limited.
So, everything was nearly perfect, but then other students from Cyprus and Greece came to study here, and so she literally left me apart to stay with them. I don't blame her that much, cause I know it's difficult when you're in a foreign country all alone, but at least she could have introduced me to those people. She happens to spend time with me only when she's in need of something, and I just hate it. I don't mind helping others, but if someone looks for me just when he needs help and avoids me the rest of the time, well, I got pissed off a bit.
My mind is mostly busy with school stuff during the day, but it's when it comes to weekends that I really feel alone. I'm still looking for someone who doesn't have things to do on weekends, cause people who lives here, usually have families, friends and so on, so they always have something to do. I really want things to change, and quickly. There're still some Italian girls I haven't met and one of them, who has the same name I have, really wants to meet me. I can't wait to, the problem is that nobody seems to know where they live and I've never seen them at uni. Plus, I don't go to parties and such cause I get stressed instead of enjoying my time. It's because I'm extremely shy, and I don't drink, which makes people disappointed, English people in particular. I also hate being in a company when everyone gets drunk and you're the only sober one around you. I've never drunk, but it wasn't a problem for my Italian friends, for I used to join them anyway because what mattered was being together. Here it seems that the only party's aim is to get drunk.

On the other side, the course is great. In the last 7 weeks I've been attending a different subject every week, which meant lot of work for the assessment. The environment is very challenging and teacher always force you to think out of the boxes to avoid obvious. It's difficult at first, but then it becomes quite normal, and you get used to discard the first two ideas you get, since they'll be banal.
The first two weeks I was feeling like a fish out of water, not because I regretted my choice, but because everyone was coming from an art school and they were all used to draw quite quickly without drawing rubbish, and use a wide range of materials. I was…ah…lost. I couldn't remember the last time I had used a brush and paint, so the first drawing I did were shameful, but the very next days I could use a brush without many problems. Oh, and I've rediscovered watercolours too! Honestly, I'm really having fun using traditional materials, probably more than digital ones.

I completely had to change my attitude towards art cause before joining this course, art for me was Deviantart and then History of Art. What a jerk I was!
Luckily for me, my sense of art has developed, which makes me look more at real life and resources. Also the researches I had to do for the assessment were really helpful. Having and understanding of art practitioners (mostly modern ones) is always good, since you might happen to find them both inspiring and good for references. I don't mean copying their style, just finding out how their experience might help you in your future career or what can you learn from them. Then, the more I go on, the more I realise I know nothing about film and animation which is a lack that I should fill as soon as possible. Again, researches for the assessment helps me a lot, but they're probably not enough for me.

Last week I had an assessment and I received a good feedback from who was to become my Moving Images and Photography teacher. He told me I have some strong drawing skill (oh...just to specify: there weren't any wolves' related draings, so…yeah, I can actually draw something else!) and that I have a very animation-like style. I was very pleased when he said it, since no one related to the art field has ever told me something like that. Well, maybe it is because I knew none working in the art field. Anyway, that was very good for me and surely made me more self-confident.

Cuz life's like a jump rope!

2011-08-28T07:40:00.000-07:00

Well, well, well, it has been a while hasn’t it?

And since this is my first and only journal after 3 month (how the….?), I have many things I’d like to record before they get out of my mind, starting with my Esame di Stato (Italian high school’s final exam).

I kinda did a mess (kinda?) but fortunately I’ve passed it. Thinking about it again I wish I had done it better, but thinking about it three times, I think I couldn’t expect much more, at least not in my class. Practically the only session I did quite well, was the Italian composition, although I found it extremely banal. I started panicking for nothing: I’ve never had so many problems doing a composition, so why did I have to be nervous? Don’t know, really! And don’t even ask, ‘cause I can’t tell myself what I was thinking about that day.

The Maths’s session was awful. Not for the session itself but for what (once again) I did. And what the hell did I do? Everything I could, but the problem is that everything I did was wrong. YAY! Anyway, I was expecting such a result, ‘cause I should have done a miracle to get a 10/15, and, as you may imagine, I’m not Jesus.

The last written session was a surprise for me…unfortunately a bad one. I thought I had done it quite well, and I was expecting a 10/15. I got a point less, surely due to science: I couldn’t understand what the request was, as half of my class, but I wasn’t allowed to ask questions to the teacher. Luckily, English (or was it the English teacher instead?)saved my lucky ass. Again, I thought I had done a perfect test, for what concerns grammar and spelling. Famous last words. At least three spelling errors. DAMN IT!

I think the oral performance was better or, at least, I showed examiners I wasn’t so fucking bad. The art teacher (who didn’t know me at all because he was from another school) even wished me a happy birthday. I stared weirdly at him for a while, with my brain which was trying to connect all I knew about art with my private life. FAIL!

The good point is that I don’t have to show my face again after that bad performance! BYE HIGH SCHOOL! IT HASN’T BEEN A PLEASURE!

After nine and more months of studying, I could finally enjoy my summer holiday! I had already planned to go in Abruzzi, at the seaside, with one of my best friend. Along with us, there were my brother and one of his friend, but they’re not so important in this journal post (I’m too cruel). Once again we had our famous “nice, nearly deflated highlighter yellow air bed” which, unfortunately, departed. “Bye Bye Baby, Baby Good Bye!”. Oh well…but we’ve not missed it too much because we bought Drillo! Drillo is a gator-shaped inflatable, extremely big, so big that it can manage to carry two adult girls (adult because we’re 19 but we look like 16 years old girls. Plus, I don’t think adults might want to spend money on inflatables whose normally target are children aged 4-10).

During my stay at the sea-side I’ve also learned I’m actually good at cooking. My hosts used to appreciate what I served to them, ability which will surely be useful in England! I must admit it though, I lack of originality. The week menu would have been extremely banal if there hadn’t been my friend and her mum. They happened to be extremely useful and good advisors! My friend also learned how to cook potatoes and red rice potatoes (yes, she loves ‘em!). It has been hilarious looking at her while she was checking the potatoes in the pan. She even used to speak to them, saying something like “Oh yes precious! Cook, cook! Who’s a pretty little potato? You are, precious!”.

Unfortunately, along with nice and funny moments, my friend and I have experienced something terrible: death. It was a cloudy day and we were walking by the shore, when I stopped by a black strange and fluffy thing. We later discovered it was a swallow, which couldn’t fly away for some reason. You may need to know (if you didn’t already knew it), that swallows don’t have the ability to rise if the happen to fall or have their feet on the ground, 'cause their wings are too big, and their legs too short. Apart from this little notion, in our total ignorance, we recognised something was wrong, and it was not a matter of ability’s lack. So we went to the owner of the bath establishment and we asked if he could do something. He gave us the vet police’s (don’t ask me what it is cause I still dunno) number, but they could do nothing because it was not their job. So we called the forest ranger service, but none answered the call.

After that, the owner of the establishment asked us what kind of bird it was (we weren’t sure about it before), and told us to take it and throw it in air, cause if it had been a swallow, it would have started flying. We were a bit confused, and not so eager to touch it, because it might have been sick or something. One of the lifeguards who was listening to us, tried to do so three times, but the swallow kept falling after it has risen for a metre or so. The animal just couldn’t do it, and we were afraid it was for some injury we couldn’t see.

Then, we immediately rushed home and we looked on the internet to find some help but we couldn’t find any. We just noted the two town’s vet’s numbers, we came back to the seaside and we carried the swallow to the vets, because it was dying. Both the vets we away or busy, but one of them told us to go inside an herbalists’ shop, where a bird specialist was waiting for us. Although we were extremely sceptical, we went there and find this little good man who told us it was too late. He showed us two baby swallows he had found and cured. Well, one of them was nearly and adult and would have been set free the following day.

We were terribly sad 'cause we both thought we could have done something to help Yeats, as we called it.

Two days after, we happened to help a dog. I just couldn’t believe it! He was at a bath establishment as well, lying under a table. As we sat there, he came to use trying to get something to eat. Since I didn’t have any dog food with me (really?) I just gave him a piece of my slice of pizza (just bread, natural tomato sauce and olives’ oil, so nothing that would have caused him problems with his stomach). I spoke with one of the waiters and he told me he was a foundling, but didn’t know why he was here. He told me to bring it home (I would have wished to, believe me!) but I couldn’t. I just though he couldn’t stay there though, because I was afraid he would have been sent to a kennel (how wrong I was!), so I wanted to bring him to a vet due to discover if he had a master. It was midday though, and we had to wait for many hours before getting to the vet, so I somehow lead him (what a good boy! He followed us with nearly no problems!) in a little pine wood and waited there. When the supermarket opened, we bought a leash and a collar, and he said nothing we I tied him! But we noticed he wasn’t used to be walked.

After long hours, we brought him to the vet who exclaimed “Are you still here?”. I confessed I was relieved since I didn’t want to bring it home, if it hadn’t been necessarily. The vet told me that a couple had adopted him and had come to her the day before, but hadn’t wanted a microchip. They left no numbers or address to the vet, and she barely knew where they lived (what a responsible people!). I thought I could bring Oliver (the stray dog) to them, but she told me to leave him near home, because he was 6-7 years old and he had always lived as a stray. I didn’t agree so much but in the end I did it. I let him lead to his home, but when I left him, he followed us back! I don’t think he was considering me an owner, rather, a friend. Yes, he might have thought he had found a pack, since we took care of him in those 6 hours he has been with us.

He then went away and I never saw him again, but I’m sure he’s happy, even if he doesn’t have an owner. He has always lived free, and kind of life fits him. Plus, the vet told me kennels didn’t want dogs anymore, ‘cause it was too expensive, and the town had no money.

I might have not have gone to Spain as my schoolmates did after the exam, but I’ve had a special summer anyway!

So here I am now! Packing for university ready to move to England in three days. Wait. Did I say ready? Damn, I’m not! I’m nervous and terribly scared! I’m afraid of forgetting something extremely important and I’m seriously starting panicking.

Maybe a psychologist would say this is normal to any international student attending a university abroad but this doesn’t make me feel better at all. The fact is that I’ve always showed to be prepared for this, and totally sure about it. There’re many people who believe in me: parents, family, friends… so I shouldn’t be so worried. Maybe it’s because my family is going to spend lots of money (too many), and I just don’t wanna waste them! I have chosen my course without anyone interfering with my decision, and I really want to spend hours drawing and studying. What’s more, I love England, and I’m ready to consider it a second home, because it’s the right place where I’d like to live.

I guess is all about starting and after a months or two, I’ll be glad of my choice, or, at least, I hope so!

Don't give up hope

It will get hard

Cause life's like a jump rope

Up down when it gets hard remember life's like a jump rope

And here comes the tragedy

2011-05-28T15:13:00.001-07:00

Things keep going worse and worse, always because of school.

In the last 3 weeks I’ve been having problem with subjects like philosophy and history, which are bringing me to a big failure. Now I have 3 subjects under thanks to my history/philosophy teacher and I won’t probably be allowed to take my final exam. Of course I’ve tried to recover the situation but history was a disaster, because I didn’t understand what I had to study and during the oral test the teacher kept asking me question about Fascism but I couldn’t say a single word since I hadn’t revised it (by the way, there were tons of topic he could have asked me about but he insisted on that one, obviously knowing that I wouldn’t have spoken).

Philosophy’s test was definitely better and I got a good mark, but today, the teacher came to me saying he wanted to listen to me again. My eyes got wet for the anger. Fuck! I wanted to focus on the other subjects but once again, I cannot.

Plus, there’s a rumour which is apparently quite sure, that the examining body’s president will be a maths teacher who had had quarrels with most of my school’s teachers. He’s now the headmaster of another high school in my city but my teachers know him for the mass murder he made two years ago: five students failed even if their previous marks were excellent and the other got a miserable 60/100 (the minimum score to pass the exam). What’s more, this man kept interrupting students during the exposition of their short thesis, and during the whole exam interview.

This asshole happens to be our examining body’s president!

Our mates and I have been having problems with maths for five years and we all know our maths exam will be a total disaster, that’s why we are trying to do our best in other subjects. This problem can’t be ignored, of course, but with this man will become huge! Generally, if you are not so good in maths, you can count on other subject and be quite sure teacher won’t flunk you just because of a single bad score. Well, with this man things are a bit different, and if he sees someone is not very good at maths he keeps asking questions until you’re dead-beat. You can imagine that for someone who’s not good at maths this is a tragedy.

I came to know this on Thursday 26^th: during the break time, while I was revising Italian and Latin of the oral test (a fucking test about the whole programme for which i hardly had time to study) one of my classmates rushed into the classroom shouting like a lost soul. When he explained us what happened there where some people who nearly had a collapse.

During our English class, the teacher tried to comfort us, saying that worrying so much was totally worthless. I trusted him, and I came to think that the president won’t have been as evil as hearsay said, but when we informed other teachers, they immediately got pale after hearing the president’s surname. Our Maths’s teacher was the most worried of all.

Let’s clear something: I know this period is stressful for each single student at his 5^th year of high school so, I’m not the only one and I’m not the first. There’re tons of students who are under pressure in this period, but I just can’t think they are as unlucky as me and my classmates are, and not only for this new president. We have been tortured (yes, I’m not exaggerating) for three years. We’ve been having teachers that had put us down whenever they had the occasion. Lots of people where flunked (18 people left us during these five years, and we are now 17), and the others have never been sure to be safe. We studied and studied but our strains haven’t been rightly paid back. Ok…this might still be fine if, in the end, you can finally get that fucking diploma and leave the awful environment the high school is.

All I want is to give up studying so much and go to university. I would have, and I will study hard until the end of the exam but I just can’t stare that things like this happens! And when you are stressed you need to believe in something that can cheer you up like “I’m not alone!”.

Today two of my classmates had to set up a lesson about relaxing. They gave instruction while the rest of us were lying on the ground listening to some relaxing music and what did I do? I started to cry like a baby! Fortunately I managed to hide it, because I stayed silent and everyone’s eyes were closed.

Yeah, I’m not a strong person and when I have to stand period like this for two month my self-control often fails to keep my emotions inside. I avoid doing it a school because I feel embarrassed but at home it's different.

When I come home I can’t find some rest from school’s stress either: my mother keeps shouting to everyone she meets, to my dad in particular. So it’s a kind of never ending cycle….well, a circle doesn’t have an end…oh well, you got the idea.

The only activity that really relaxes me is drawing, but unfortunately, in this period, I cannot spend time doing something which is not studying. And well, this is probably the right thing to do since the exam is getting near.

To London!

2011-04-02T14:31:00.000-07:00

I have just come back from my school trip to London and, as always, it has been an amazing experience.

DAY 1

I had to wake up very early in the morning so the journey turned out to be quite tiring, but when I finally arrived my weariness immediately disappeared. The morning hours were the most boring cause my classmates and I had to stand in the hotel’s hall for nearly an hour, leaving a deposit and filling in some paper stuff. Then we went to Covent Garden’s where we had lunch: a friend of mine and me decided to have our own at Pizza Hut and we both regretted it.

The afternoon was spent in the British Museum: it has a huge collection of art pieces, and it’s very interesting, especially the ancient Greek art. Anyway, after two hours and a half, I had been having enough of it.

Back to the hotel I tried not to sleep (the bed seemed so comfortable after the day’s efforts) by having a quick shower. After dinner, we went for a night walking to Piccadilly Circus: I’ve found it as chaotic, as I remembered, but I was nice. I once had the impression my teacher wad daltonian, 'cause he never crossed the street with green light on; plus, he didn’t walked at all: he trotted!

When we went back to the hotel I spend some time with my mates and I enjoyed it for probably the first time in five year. They made me taste Guinness beer but I don’t like alcohol so I can’t tell you if it’s as good as people say.

DAY 2

This was the first serious exhausting day: from Bloomsbury we moved to Westminster, Buckingham Palace, Harrods and Hyde Park. Oh, did I mention that we’ve never travelled using public transports? It was very hard at first, but then I became kind of used to it, if not addicted (no I mean, seriously! Now that I’m back at home I miss all the walks, and I feel like my days are empty, with nowhere worth going).

Some of my classmates and me visited Westminster Abbey, and it was a wonderful experience. It’s such a huge and amazing building that you can perceive a sense of history when entering it. Passing in front of many tombs made me revise all the English literature’s programme of the past two year: it was impressive how many notions I could remember. My favourite part, however, was the so called poets’ corner: when I reached T.S. Eliot’s slab I said "Please Eliot, pray for us!". My mate looked at me weirdly XD
When we went to Hyde Park i had an encounter with a nice hungry squirrel that nearly scared a friend of mine sitting near me on a bench.

Along with few classmates and two teachers, I went to a walk to the river Thames's bank in night time. They took lots of pictures, all amazing and extremely detailed (want ‘em!). We were able to hear the Big Ben’s strikes: I just stayed speechless listening to that beautiful sound that once rolled the whole city.

I also received some unexpected compliments from one of my class mate about my recent improvements in English. It was very kind of him: nobody has ever said something like that to me, apart from my English teacher, but he never told me directly.

DAY 3

We must have been walking for kilometres! From Bloomsbury we moved to the City, the Tower of London and the Tower Bridge, then we went back till we reached the Tate Gallery. We stopped there for lunch and for a quick visit.

When I finally sat down at the cafe, I just wanted something to fill my empty belly. While my friend was ordering a sandwich to the waiter, my English teacher appeared behind us, obviously scaring us. Do you know what did he want? An umbrella! He came to London without even packing an umbrella. Shameful! When I think about it, it always makes me smile.

Then came my favourite part: the National Gallery. Well, call it national might be considered a paradox, because the only “national” painters were William Turner and John Constable, both extremely talented, by the way. One of Constable’s pictures attracted me particularly: there was a stag in the middle of a wood with a kind of tomb near him. It was very well done and conveyed me such a sense of rest and peace that my tiredness immediately disappeared. I also liked the huge painting of Whistlejacket: very simple but extremely detailed.

Night time was such a shame though! My classmates wanted to sit in a pub and have a beer, but, since there were people from the other class who were under 18, we ended up in a kind of squalid bowling/ penny arcade.

DAY 4

Relax! We practically did nothing! My classmates went shopping in Piccadilly Circus, while a friend of mine and me just entered a book shop: I’ve bought a marvellous (also heavy!) book about animation, “The Animator’s Survival Kit”. It’s very nice, with some animation’s tutorial and, at the end, some circles. After that, we’ve been sitting in a Starbucks coffee bar for about 2 hours, doing nothing but chatting…and having something of course!

In the afternoon I sadly had to say goodbye to London. We took the coach that would have brought us to Gatwick, but the driver decided that it would have been nicer taking the way to Heathrow instead! We’ve run the risk of losing our flight, but I wasn’t so worried, unlike my friend who was kind of pissed off and would have taken the flight alone, leaving the rest of us alone, cause he didn’t care and just wanted to come back home. I would have kicked him. He’s so selfish! He pissed me off! Every time he spoke he complained about something: "I’m tired, Italian food is definitely better, it’s impossible to walk so long distances without even stopping, I have to use the toilet, I have to sleep and so on". I think I would have joined the trip more if I didn’t have him around.

Anyway, in the end, we succeeded in arriving at the airport just in time; well, we did all the stuff in a rush, but we departed without any problems.

I don’t want to deal with the arrival because it wasn’t so happy and it made me regret leaving UK and thinking about coming back there.

So this is the end! (Finally). What else can I say? As you see, I’ve really enjoyed my time in London and I’ve had the chance to establish a better relationship with my school mates.

Ps: All the photos you see (except for the one of John Constable's picture) were taken by me and... yeah, the quality sucks, as well as my photographical skills.

Goodbye Little One

2011-02-09T13:17:00.000-08:00

“Goodbye may seems forever. Farwell is like the end. But in my heart’s the memory, and there, will always be.”

Dinsey's The Fox and the Hound

At last it happened: Julie has passed away. As I wrote before, I could do nothing but giving her pain killers and wait. I knew this moment would have come, but it still hurts me. Describing what I’m feeling right now would be impossible: my eyes are burning because of the constant tears and I’ve only been able to stop crying during school time.

I woke up this morning and I immediately rushed into the bathroom because I was late. While brushing me teeth I heard my mom talking with my brother, and then come close to me, repeating the same name: << Julie…>>. I just stood in front of her for one minute before realizing she wouldn’t have added anything else.

My first reaction was weird: I looked at her body lying on the bottom of her cage, as she was sleeping with a peaceful expression. All I did was just staring at her body, waiting for seeing her chest moving and breathing, but it didn’t happen.
I did the same when I came home in the afternoon, as if I couldn’t realise she was death. I feel guilty for secretly wishing her death in my mind, but I just couldn’t stand seeing her suffering like that.

Our relationship, as well as the one she had with human beings in general, has been difficult. She took about two years to start trust in mankind, well, in me and my mother mainly. Nevertheless I’ve always loved her, even if she wasn’t that mild pet you can handle so easily. I recognise she had a kind of dignity in that, and I’ve always respected it.

Julie was probably the busiest animal I’ve ever met: she was always doing something, and only in her old age she used to spend a huge amount of hours sleeping. She was also very strong as she faced the death of her mate, which made her insecure for a while, and a deep pain for her broken leg. But she kept holding on, like a person, and went on with her life.
She taught me that strong personalities cannot be changed.

JULIE (MAY 2005- 08 FEBRUARY 2011)

The strongest and the sweetest chipmunk who ever hanged around my bed room.

R.I.P Little one.

Time out!

2011-02-01T07:15:00.001-08:00

This post will contain lots of complains, so if you don’t stand them, just don’t read this post: I mainly wrote it for me, in order to pour out my anger and my frustration.

Since I’ve come back from my Christmas holiday I’ve constantly been put under pressure. First came my application letter: I’ve spent a whole Saturday afternoon working on it (it was supposed to be my day off) and I sent it about 15 minutes before the deadline. Well, one thing is over, you may say. Actually, no. No because I got a response from the university, saying they wanted a portfolio. Well, my friends here knows I’ve been dealing with it for about 5 months (and they’re probably sick and tired to hear this word), but I’m still not able to provide one: I have something ready but I’d like to add something. When will I do it? Believe me, I don’t know. In a week I should send the university an e-mail with a link to my works, and I must have them ready in less than 7 days. They would be enough if didn’t have school and tests practically every day (if not two in the same day).
Teachers or adults would just say << You have to learn how to cope with stress! >>. I remember a reading we did in an English class few months ago dealing with teenagers who cope with stress. My desk mate said :<< Teachers are kind of joking us. We wouldn’t be so stressed if we didn’t have so much to study and tests over tests. They think we will learn to be more relaxed by reading a stupid article? >>. Now, tell me if this sounds stupid to you.
All I need is to stop the time but it seems nobody has invented anything that can do it. I’d just need two hours every day to be that isn’t counted by the clock. I would use nigh time, if I didn’t need to sleep so much: going to bed at midnight and wake up at 7.30 is not good for me, because I would be sleepy till lunch.

When you ask your parents for an advice they say I complain too much, that life it’s so easy for me because I don’t work, that I have nothing to worry about... and so on. This is mainly what my mother says. I can’t contradict her: since my grandpa has been put into a retirement house (he has the Alzheimer disease) her life is going and coming back from that place, plus working. She has not time to care about the family, and my father, who is always out for work’s dinners, doesn’t help at all. Every time my parents talk, they end up quarrelling and shouting. I don’t want and I wouldn’t even dare to stress them, so I decided to do all the university stuff alone, just providing them with little news.

What’s more, I’ll have an important English exam in March, but when I ask to my mother to come with me to enrol me, she says I’d better wait for the results of my exam simulation but I know it will be too late. My father had scolded me saying that I should have told him instead of my mother. But when would he help me if he works till 8 pm?

As things weren’t bad enough, Julie, my chipmunk, got ill again. She has broken her legs again, but this time pain killers don’t work. It’s been a week since I found her limping and she’s getting worse every day. I’m sure the vet would put her down... i don’t know what to do...I just don’t wanna see her suffering anymore, but I know her death would destroy me and... Damn I feel so cruel in saying it but, I have no time for depression now...

Yes, I’m aware that my problems seems stupid, surely worthless worrying, if you consider the lives of other people, but facing them it’s hard for me.

Julie is getting better

2010-11-17T12:17:00.000-08:00

I'm so glad to announce that Julie is back home, and i couldn't be happier. I can't say she's healty because she still suffers for her leg (the x-ray showed a break between the tightbone and the hip); what's more, she had an infection, fortunately nothing serious, to her lungs and she's not able to breathe properly at the moment.
The good news are that i can cure all her problems: although i can do nothing for the breakbone, i can give her painkillers and antibiotics. It will be complicated since she's not used to be handled, and will surely try to bite me, but i'm determinated to make her feel better. The bone will be fixed naturally: a new elastic tissue will cover the break; a surgery would be impossible.
After six days of theraphy she's really getting well, and what's important, she doens't feel any pain. How can i say that?! Well, when i came home yesterday, she was hanging around my bedroom, running, jumping, climbing... i pratically couldn't stop her! I still find difficoult to give her medicines (it takes about an hour every evening O_O *dies*) but she's ok now and that is what matters most.
I would like to thank all the Deviant Art's people, and my boyfriend, who supported me in these two days. I couldn't think in an optimistic way and i was seriously thinking i would have lost Julie forever. She might not be a loyal or a friendly pet like a dog or a cat, but she's been part of my family for 5 year, and i'm really attached to her. As you have seen, just the idea of loosing her made me feel terrible, but thank you again for your support!

School is making me busier and busier i just want to stop studying for a while! It's still Novemeber but i have already had enough and i don't know what i will do in June if i go on like this. I'd like to draw more but i can't find time to do it. Plus, i still have to think about a portfolio and i should start writing my application letter NOW, if i want to take a chance with Farnham's UCA. God, i study all the subject, exept art! (Just history of art, so no drawing practise for me).
On Fryday i'll leave for two days: i'll go on a kind of school trip to Geneve, to visit the physic's laboratory, C.E.R.N. I really need two days off!

Feeling terrible

2010-11-11T08:45:00.000-08:00

Apart from the fact that i cannot find time to study all the subjects for the tons of tests my teachers keep on planning, i've got a problem with my female chipmunk Julie, which is making feel devasted.
Two days ago i noticed she was lame on the left back leg, so my mum called the vet for a visit. After two hours of maths tutoring (i would have had a test the following day), i went to the vet with my mum. He visited Julie and said the real problem was not the leg but her lungs. He added that she wasn't breathing normally and that was not because she was nervous. The second time he hold her, she was riscking a breathing failure and the vet put her face near an oxigen mask because he had noticed her tongue was becoming blue. I was shaking and nearly crying... i remembered the tragic end of Ghiro, the male chipmunk who died 2 years ago after an infection. I started to think that Julie would have died as well. The vet told that the situation was a bit dangerous and since he couldn't understand what was Julie's probelm he suggested doing an x-ray, so that who could better have a look at her leg and lungs. The problem was the anaesthesia: it was a risk because she couldn't breathe properly: although it wouldn't have lasted more than 5 minutes, it was dangerous, but there were no other options. We left her there and i'm now waiting for the vet's response, but i don't feel fine at all.
When i came back home yesterday, i was crying and could not concentrate on studying. I didn't have dinner and i went to bed very early without finishing what i had to study. Today i dind't go to school because i knew i would have got a bad mark, since i hadn't study properly. I spend the morning sleeping and crying and after breakfast i tried to start studying philosophy for the oral test i'll have tomorrow but i was a failure. As yesterday evening, i wasn't able to concentrate on the book and i ended up crying thinking about Julie.
I migh be extremely pessimist, but i don't think she can get well. I feel weak, and i eat just because i need energy to study, and i must not miss another school day.
I can't stop thinking about her, but i know i have to forget her for a fucking school mark.

Problems, get back!

2010-10-19T13:00:00.000-07:00

No, 'cause it seems i'm never fed up of them!
School's began and all i'm getting is troubles. I thought this time was different since i strated my year keep thinking "Just one more year and then the pain will be over". Of course i had to to face the difficulties school would have reserved me, before.
The maths teacher changed and i though she would have been better: she surely knows a lot (unlike the previous one) but she the first test she gave us was really difficoul and lots of my classmates and me got a bad mark. Anyway, she said she will help us improve with the subject by taking some extra classes in the afternoon, starting from tomorrow. Two extra hours per week, for a total of 4 lessons, before a new test, made to recover the bad marks. I admit she has been really kind in giving us another chance, but my first mark will not be deleted. What annoys me is that i had done lots of exercises and all the homework she has been giving, and i knew the topic quite well, but i failed for some fucking stupid mistakes (my fault of course).
Hence, if this wasn't bad enough, i came back quarreling with my parents about my future choices. Topic of these months: university! Yeah, because i realised i had totally misunderstood my parents will. I though they were ok with my choice of taking animation, not enthusiastic, but at least fine. Guess what? I was wrong! My father directly expressed his disappointment and added he wanted me to study something serious like Economy and Business. WTF? Explaning him that i chose something i really enjoy doing, and that i'll give everything to graduate, has been totally useless. Although he did not forbid me trying to apply for it, he was not afraid to shout i was stupid because i have excluded lots of possibility and future carreers, due to what he though was a whim. He told me that he just didn't want to deal with a future failment, that theese would have now been my own business (and in fact they are).
If i'm stupid, what do you think he is? We have spend our holiday in London hanging around all the possible art university in the south England, wasting days in talking with teachers, rectors and secretaries, instead of enjoying the city. After all he has done for me, i though he was backing me up somehow....in the end i found he was kinda pretending.
But, after all, in all this mess, i have an allay: fortunately my new boyfriend is helping me a lot, supporting me when necessary (and even more!) and encouraging me, since he agree my choice won't disappoint me.
It's seems that, finally, i've found my kindred spirit, someone who gets me and who shares with me lots of intersts and passions. Oh, he's very good at drawing too! If you have time, check him on DeviantArt, he's Sovio9. Thank you honey!

On the trail we blaze

2010-09-01T04:54:00.000-07:00

I've finally found a bunch of minutes to write this post, which i've been having in my mind for months. All the facts told here will be cheerful, so you don't have to call you phsyco analist!
Firts of all: the title. To be short, this song ("The trail we blaze" The Road to Eldorado OST, performed by Elthon John), rapresent my summer. Mostly because i used to listen to it all the time, and sometimes trying to sing it with one of my best friend (trying because we hardly know the lyrics). C'mon, don't tell me you prefer "Waka Waka"!

Anyway i've spend a wonderful summer holiday, visiting many and nice places, but i don't want to spend time and words to tell you how was the sea (full of jellyfish, if you're really curious), the beach and the hotel. I'd just like to remeber some strange events i've seen and experiences i've made.
Did you know that crabs can swim? Yep, i've said swim..you know..nearly on the surface of the water, not walking on sea bed. Well, i've found it out when i was in Tortoreto, Abruzzi: my friend and i were floating on my nice, nearly deflated highlighter yellow air bed, and my friend saw the crab, shouting "Hey look, there's a crab on the surface!". I tought it was one of the many dead crabs we had seen so far, but it was moving! I said "Oh my God! That is... alive!". So, never understimate crabs...they're everywhere!
Few days later, my friend was bitten by a small squared jellyfish and since then, we've always think about it waiting for us in the deep sea with the Peter Pan's crocodile song as a soundtrack.
She used to hate jellyfish, but our last day on the beach, thanks to my old and her new animalistic spirit, we've found ourselves saving four of them, as well as many crabs, three little fish, a sea star (probably the only one in the Adriatic sea) and a nice hermit crab.
In the eraly morning three boys had caught and put them into two different buckets, one bigger than the other, and they just left them on the beach because they wanted a child to look at them. They left without even caring to put the poor sea lives in the shade. The so called child never came, as well as the boys. That was a really hot day, and my friend and i decided to have a look again at the animals. We discovered that many of them were dead, and the others were nothing but ill: the water was polluted thanks to the dead body on the bottom of the buckets, and there're wasn't enought oxigen for so many living beings. We decided to put and end to that shame by making them free again, but there was a huge problem. The sea was extremely rough that day and we could only save the crabs, the sea star, the hermit crab and the four fish, cause there were many people having a bath and we just couldn't go there and say "Sorry, but we have four poor jellyfish that really need to be put in the water again. It's very probable that they will bite you, cause, you see..the sea is rough.". Believe me, it was an horrible situation; we'd even asked for the lifeguard help but he didn't really care about it. So we put the crabs in the water, cleaned their bucket and refilled it with fresh sea water; then we put the jellifish into the new bucket, trying to eliminate all the dead bodies, and with a great patient, my friend spend one hour and a half trying to catch the 4 fish which were still with the jellyfish, with a stupid little spade, illigally lent from a child who wasn't there. I started to laught when she started to sing the Gollum's fishing song ("Oh I wish to catch a fish, so juicy weeee!"). In the end she succeded in cathching all the fish and make them free.
So, my "adventures" in Tortoreto end here. I have nothing special to say about Tuscany... oh, please, don't misunderstand me! The territory, as well as its cities are wondurful but nothing epic happened during my stay there, apart from seeing a real lifeguard dog in action! Well..actually he's spent most of the time playing with a ball instead of "working" XD. Oh well... it's hard to work in the seaside, with so many nice people and screaming kids around you...
And here comes my favourite part: London! Yeah, everybody knows it is one of the most beautiful city in the world, isn't it? (No, don't even dare to contradict me!). Anyway, i already knew the city, and i had already been shocked by its majesty (no, not the Queen), but my journery had a particoular porpouse. I really needed to know something more about some universities in England, in order to apply for a place. So, my father, my brother and i caught (i mean..seriously!) the first train to Dover Priory and went to Canterbury, home of University of Kent (and of course many other things). I had already been there for a holiday two years before, but coming back was very strange: i was feeling like i was at home, because i knew most of the buildings and places, while my father was completely lost! The campus is enormous and surronded by green! Fields, woods and many animals like squirrels, ravens and wild rabbits which have built their den under the school's library. Definately an extraordinary but peaceful place not far from the city (25 minutes by walking), but with lots of facilities. The problem was that i found out that Animation was a postgraduation course, that means i had to apply for Digital Arts and after my degree attending a kind of master to become an animator.
It's an amazing school, but it's extremely selective due to its importance and reputation. Despite this, what surprised me the most, was the staff who was working there. It was summer, but there was someone able to answer all the questions you would have had and even more!
Something which is very hard to happen here in Italy.
Apart from the university, i've visited the city and its cathedral..again. I was a bit disappointed in seeing such few people, i used to see lots of tourists the first time i went there the first time. Bah... econimic crysis, i suppose.
Travelling by train was a great idea, and i've been so lucky to stop at Rochester, home of UCA (University for the Creative Arts). So i thought to have a look at it as well, and i've found out that is the school for me! They have three different kind of animation's courses, which is just amazing! The one i'd like to apply for, although, it's in Farnham, a city located in the south west. Soooo, i really thing i'm gonna apply for a place. It's not impossible. I need to pass my CAE exam in June or December (still have to decide) and of course passing my final high school exam... plus, drawing something decent and creative to include in the portfolio i'll have to send with the application letter.
I just hope for the best! I'm gonna have a Math test in two days and i'll do my best to pass it. Please, prey for me!

The importance of making the right choice

2010-06-25T13:01:00.000-07:00

About two years have passed since my first "regrets time" but in this year, more than in any others, i feel like i have wasted my energy and my time. I'm paying the consequence of a wrong choice and now i'm stuck in an awful situation where all i can do is going on. Unfortunately, the more i go on, the more in trouble i am. I know not all of italian students are happy about the school they attend, sure, i'm not the only one. So why doesn't this comfort me?
I'm near madness, and i'm making all the people around me crazy and fed up of my discontent. The problem is that i find it difficoult to sit, shut up, do my job and be nice with others. God, i can't!
I'm sick and tired of my school. There i'm just the result of a prejudice and nothing more than a silent and insecure girl who can't succed in doing any kind of maths's exercises. During my last school year i would have dreamt maths to be my only difficulty, each single subject, except from English, Art and P.E. was an exploit!
Was it my fault? Partly. I've worked very hard but my result were far from excellence. Plus, my teachers cannot move from the ideas they have of me (the one i've mentioned before), and this causes me nothing but more troubles.
See? This post is pratically no-sense and has nothing in commun with rationality.
I try not to think about it but it becomes difficoult when you're going to attend maths's summer courses and revisions every day.

When you just want to have a nap but....

2010-05-25T10:27:00.000-07:00

That's what happened to me this afternoon. I really longed for a peaceful bunch of hours nap, but i've been woken up six times thanks to some people who phoned me. First my ex-boyfriend, and i just let my mobile phone ring, then my best friend with a sms and then with a call, then again my ex-boyfriend then...oh my. Pratically i spend two hours lieing on my bed trying to relax my self. And, since i'm here now, you may guess i failed doing it. The result is that i'm a bit annoyed, but not just for this reason.
School is putting me under pressure and i'm trying to finish the pentamester without any debts. So i'm recovering all the subjects that i have under but this is not so easy. Apart from the normal troubles, i even have to study for other tests, which are not meant to be a kind of repearing ones.
Tomorrow i'll have maths, and i'm not ready at all. I studied all the theorems i had to learn but i'm not able to do the kind of exercises that will be in the test. I'm tempted not to go, but i'm afraid of the consequences, because i'm quite sure i'll have to do it anyway. Teachers can be quite stupid sometimes..i mean, they already have enough marks to average out for the reports, but since they have nothing else that is worth doing, they go on and plan tests.
It's May, students are tired to study and in 15 days school will be out for summer, so how can professors demand we will study in a proper way?!

Because i haven't written anything for a while

2010-04-30T14:16:00.000-07:00

Uh yeah...it's been a while since my last post and i almost forgot my trip to Lisbon. The fact is that when you come back from a holiday you are so busy that you lock your wonderful memories in a little and unkown place in your mind and who knows when they'll succed in excaping?!
Mmm...it must be the ice-cream i had an hour ago that make's me speak like this. I'm very sleepy so i'll be short, pratically as always.
Last night i saw Hachiko and i dreamed it when i was sleeping O_O I swear, it's true . There were my brother and me and i was speaking with an Akita Inu (probably Hackiko) and i remember i told him something like "Go good boy! Come on! Chase your master! Come on!". The dog seemed a bit confused and in a first time just stood in front on me and then ran away. Oh well... at least i didn't have one of those nightmares of mine (damn it! They're always about teachers and oral tests).
Anyway i did like the movie although i was a bit disappointed with two things. The first one is about the location: i didn't agree about the choice of the director to set the film in USA. The only japaneese things were the dog and a friends of Hachiko's master. I still don't understand why they didn't try to recreate Shibuya's station insteas of a Rhode Island's one.
The second is the dog's point of view: come on! the black and with sight is a commonplace and even wrong! it might sound strange but scientists have discovered that dogs are able to see some color but lighter. Very banal and a bit useless apart from the end.
I think it'll be foreseen if i tell you i cried more than once. I don't usually do it (don't judge me bad, i can be very sensitive) but i also did it when i saw Marley and Me. It might have been the dog power XD. But i wasn't sad for the master, i cried when i saw the old dog climbing the steps of the train station and tiring lying on the ground waiting for his dead owner one more time.
Although this scene was extremely sad i loved it.

Back from Lisbon!

2010-03-24T07:08:00.000-07:00

Unfortunately, yeah, i'm back to Milan and school...D'oh! I was starting to enjoy my days in Portugal, and to get used of my new rutine! I confess i was extremely worried because of my relationship with my classmate...well we don't have such a deep one, but i've spend some wonderful moments with them.
The city. Well, it was nice but nothing more than it... I don't want to offence anyone, but i expected something more since a capital is supposed to reflect the whole country, isn't it? Someone told me that this is the direct cause of the economic crisis and i can easily believe it. Anyway, some places were spectacular, like Belehem or S.George Castel, where i was able to take some wonderful picture of the city.
People. They were extremely kind, even if we were tourists. They seemed to understand italian better than english so we could easily spoke our language, although we could hardly understand portugese. I mean, i was able to understand what was written, but not so much when people were speaking. I wish i had leart more words than just Obrigado, Buon dia (i dunno how to write it), and Bacalao(oh yeah, this was very commun, expecially in restaurants).
Food. Delicious *_* Well, i've only tasted tasted meat, since i don't like fish, but my classmates told me it was good as well. They also apreciated Lisbon's typical pastry.
Travel. It was ok...we used a coach, the city's typical tram and the underground. This one was very original because the stops were different from each other. The plane was less comfortable and good, cause...i like feeling ground under my feet U_U

The last day we visisted the city oceanarium and have a look of what i recorded:

Cute, no? But now i'm back and school has already pissed me off...again! Ok, now i'm gonna study Italian, Physics and finish a technical drawing. Where will Easter holiday arrive?!

The week of quarrels and Alice in Wonderland!

2010-03-07T11:09:00.000-08:00

Exactely. Lats week has been a nightmare according to my relationships. I decided to put an end to my "love story" with my boyfriend. He has always treated me so badly that i dunno why i've rexisted so long. There are so many words and insults to describe him but i just can't tell you. He made me feel terrible, and i've suffered for nearly a month, because i used to say myself i was wrong. But, as you may guess, it wasn't all my fault: he has always been extremely childish and a fake person. Yeah, fake! He demanded me to change for him, because the girlfriend he expected was a bit different. Bastard! When he asked me if i would have been his girlfriend, he insisted on the fact that he apreciated me as i was: different from others teeenagers, with strange passions and dream and unique in all senses as my best friend later told him. Last Tuesday, when we seriously quarreled for the first time in five months, he said he didn't rembemeber what he had said to me and he denied the evidence. I was wordless. I couldn't believe his words, really.I thought he said it on purpouse but he wasn't lieing, i'm sure. He was able to twist my choices, and his promises when he needed it. Incredible, no?
In the evenig he wrote me trying to make me feel guilty, mainteining he was a kind of angel who has always cared about me. Actually, he cared about me when he needed to do it. When i was at school his classmates were more important, and when we were alone i was.
Guys i'm really proud and happy to say that i'm single now and i love it! I've missed my freedom, and i've understood i was really changing for an idiot!

The other quarrel i had was with my best friend. Her, other two friends of our and me dediced to go to the cinema last Saturday to see Alice in Wonderland. I had to make a plan for the afternoon and the evening and she tried to destroy it because she wanted to do as she wished. At the very end, after a two hours phone call, i succeeded in convincing her.
So we went to see the movie in 3D. It was amazing *_* I really liked how Tim Burton recreated the fantasy world of Wonderland although the story didn't followed Caroll's books. Cheshire cat and the Madhatter were my favourite characters! But i have to say i didn't really apreciate Johnny Deep's performance because it was like to see Jack Sparrow in action. Some movements he did were the same: for example when he walks on the tea table to come and welcome Alice, but in the end, he was amazing. Go and see it if you can!

Lots of things to say

2010-02-19T14:27:00.000-08:00

Listening to: In the air tonight by Phil Collins
(teorically)Reading : "The lost symbol" by Dan Brown
Drinking: water, i'm thirsty
________________________________________

Hey guys i'm alive! Wait...am I? *touches herself* Yep, i am. Uh..it's been a while but lots of things happened. First of all (i have to tell you cause i'm sure i'll forgot it) i've seen Avatar. It was just spectacular *_* I just saw it once but it has become one of my favourite movies, as well as Lord of the Rings. Visual effects and backgrounds were amazing, extremely well done. I could say it was difficult to understand what was real and what virtual. I also apreciated the soundtrack, but i think i need to listen to it one more time to express an opinion because i didn't really focus on it and i admit that was a pity.
Ok, now let's move to a totally different topic. About two or three weeks ago i had an argument with my boyfriend that still seems very unconcern about our relationship's problem. Sometimes he's very egocentric and selfish but he seems lost if you make him notice this. If one thing doesn't work as he wish, that will surely be someone else's fault. After two days of silence and withering looks he asked my pardon and i just gave it to him because i was sick and tired of the whole situation. Also because i knew he would have never understood.
S. Valentines day! Well, i spend it totally bored because my dear was away for holiday but we met each other the day before.
School: ahem... a bitter topic. Well, it's going.. that means it has its highs and lows and unfortunately next week i'll see lots of lows. I started the new term quite well, expecially in Italian, Latin and Science, but i can't say the same for Philosophy. Another 5.5 -.-' Guys that sucks! In my kind of school nobody should have problem with it but i do, thanks to my lovely fucking teacher. I was dealing with Francis Bacon when he stopped me and asked me about Chernobil. O_O I'm still unable to understand what link he made but i just answered. And because did it correctly he interrupted me again, moving back to Bacon. I haven't been listened in History yet but i want to achieve the 6.
Art Blog: Incredible but i did it! I still have to edit it a bit cause i don't really like the template and layout but i filled it anyway with some old sketches.
Future: i'm starting to making plans for a future school, i mean, after high school. I had a look on the web if i could find an art school in Italy and guess what, it doesn't exist! Fuck! Let me say it! It's frustrating...one of the most popular country for art doesn't have this kind of courses. There's only the "Accademia belle arti", that is suppose to be a place where you meet other artists and you share your knowledge, style, suggestion. In a few words, it worthless: you learn nothing and you pay a lot, and i would avoid it. What i'm looking for it's an art school which has courses like animation (totally unknown in Italy) or illustration. Looking on the internet i've found so far two schools like that in Enghland, in Manchester or Bournemouth. I didn't look at other countries because i can just speak english, but propbably not as well to study abroad.
I think my parents will be disappointed when i'll tell them what i'd like to do. My father always deals with important courses at university and so on. I'm sure they expect something more from me but...that is supposed to be my future. I don't wanna work for an entire life in place that i hate. Maybe, after trying with my way, that would be my everyday life, but then i'll know it was my fault. The school i'm attending now it's a pain for me, and has now become so for the whole family because i didn't choose it properly. My parents suggested it because they thought that was perfect for me but it has revealed to be the opposite.

Well, i think i should go to bed, so i'll say goodbye for now

Wanna see Avatar!!!!!!!

2010-01-17T12:30:00.000-08:00

Listening to: Bohemian Rapsody by Queen
Reading: "The Philosopher and the Wolf-Lessons from the Wild on Love" by Mark Rowlands
Watching: Avatar behind the scenes
Eating: i've just had my dinner
_________________________________________________________________

I want to see Avatar!!! Here in Italy has just come out in theaters and raised about 2 thousand of euros in two days, could you believe it? I think it was quite predictable, i haven't read a bad critique yet! Although i'm sure this is not the genre i'll like but i can't wait to see it. In the afternoon i watched a special about the movie making and it was fantastic! The special effect were amazing *_* This is exactly the kind of movie i'd like to work for. I remember an article i read two months ago: it was attached by some picture of the movie concepts, you know, sketcher of characters and lands and the were little masterpieces!
Finally i got some good news! On tuesday i'll start a comic course!!!!!! I'm so excited! Hope to get as much information as i can about works connected with art and since my teacher will be american, hope to discover something about working abroad. The only bad thing is that i have to move to another school in order to attend it and i have about 15 minutes to arrive there, which is kinda impossible, but i'll try to run as fast as i can to catch the bus on time.
My brain (yeah, it does exist!) has though about a new story. It came when i was sketching something and i drew a wolf dog with a laurel's crown, like the old romans and it looked like it could have been Giulio Cesar in a canine form. I've also tought about Catullus as a mutt and Cicero as a Chow-chow ( and a german sheperd Virgil XD). I just have to imagine a good story where they can act, that is the most important thing to do! XD

2010!

2010-01-03T13:35:00.000-08:00

Listening to: That's how you know (Disney's Enchanted soundtrack)
Reading: "Il fu Mattia Pascal" by L. Pirandello
Watching: Disaster movie or something like that
Eating: nothing but i'm hungry!
_____________________________________________

Yeah a new year has passed! I'm absolutely happy it has done, cause it has been simply awful, apart from the fact that i've found my first true love!
The New Year's eve was amazing and i spent it with my best friend and our families. Oh! But i forgot i haven't dealt with Christmas yet!
It was just the same, as every year but i recived lots of presents:
1. A bracelet with a heart shaped pendant from my dear love!
2. A duck plushy which cleans the pc's screen (extremely useful to clean my tablet too! XD)
3. A Dog calendar
4. 2 pairs of earings from an admirator (omg, an extremely frustrating situation, believe me!)
5. The new Dan Brown's book "The Lost Symbol"
6. A nice plastic yellow speaking duck keyring
7. Too many pairs of coloured socks
8. Money, money, money! (...must be funny, in a richmen's world XD)
As you see a very rich Xmas!
Today i went to some family relatives in the north centre of Italy. I could't stay so much because my father was worried for the wayback traffic, but i enjoied it anyway. The weather was really cold (but when i came back i found out that in Milan was the same) and we could stay warm only in the kitchen when we ate lots of delicious things!
I also read that a new version of Wolf Quest is online! Unfortunately i wasn't able to download it tonight cause the site was too crowded but i hope to succeed tomorrow.
Oh! And i've joined Animation Source web site where i started to put three of my art pieces and they have been apreciated!
Think i'm gonna go to bed, i'm a bit tired.
Good night and happy new year!

Xmas Eve!

2009-12-24T11:35:00.000-08:00

Listening to: my cough (damn it!)
Reading: "Harry Potter and the deathly hallows" by J.K. Rowling
Watching: news on tv
Eating: nothing
______________________________________________

"It's gonna be a merry merry frikin' Christmas!"
Here we are! The Xmas Eve! I can't wait to unwrap my presents tomorrow!
Unfortunately i got a terrible cough like every holiday...holy s***!
Last week it snowed but the rain has alredy melted it -.-' But for the first time school were closed and it was the day before the xmas holiday! So i decided to go to the cinema with one of my best friend and we saw "The Princess and the Frog". Yeah, i'm probably too old for this kind of movies but since i'm becoming interesting in animation..... The film was nice and the animation was amazing! But i didn't like the songs at all: i mean, there were already six songs (yep, we counted them!) in the firts half of the movie! Definetly, too many. I really apreciated the design of the villain, the shadows' man or something like that, and my favourite character was the blinded vodoo witch and her pet-snake, they were simply hilarious!
In these two days i've found some time to sketch something, expecially today, and i'm really satisfied i could do something i like without the pressure of school.
Well, i dunno what else i could add so it's time to say goodbye and wish you happy Christmas and a happy new year!

Big troubles

2009-12-03T04:03:00.000-08:00

Listening to: my conscience
Reading: "Harry Potter and the deathly hallows" by J.K. Rowling
Watching: It's me or the dog
Eating: a piece of cake
________________________________

I dind't go to school today and i'm not proud of this. I think my mother suspects it since she saw me waking up late this mornig and i wasn't ready when she left home. I've missed an art test and this is frustrating cause i didn't mind doing it! The problem was my Italian teacher. She told us to write a sonnet in Giovan Battista Marino's style and for the first time i wasn't able to do it. I tried but if i have to follow a certain style and respect it i simply go crazy, and this is what happened to me: my mind seemed closed at all and i couldn't think properly.
But the problem isn't the sonnet itself but the mark i would have got if i didn't brought it to my teacher. She wouldn't have listened to me, i'm sure. Not doing homework for her means a 2 and i didn't want to get it. I am aware i didn't solve the problem but i was really scared. I told my mum my difficoulty yesterday, when i was doing it, but she told me she didn't care but she would have been disappointed if i had got a bad mark.
School is destroying me, and i'm distroyng all my relationships because i don't feel fine. I think i'm depressed, nothing attracts my attention and i'm interested in nothing, apart from drawing. Can this be considered depression? Cause i dunno how to call it.
I'm sure i'm making my parents disappointed and they must be (well, they are!) fed up of my bad behavior: i never smile, i'm never happy and each week there's something wrong with school. I don't know what to do....i simply know i can't go on like this. This situation is killing me and is hurting all the people around me.
I think i will recive a punishment tonight when my parents will know the truth. I'd better study for the english literature written test and for the Dante oral test i'll have tomorrow.

Illness?

2009-11-15T11:26:00.000-08:00

Listening to: "Time is running out" by Muse
Watching: a strange movie on tv
Eating: Kebab (oh my....)
Drinking: Ice tea
_____________________________________________

Guys it will be just a miracle if i haven't caught a flu! I've got a terrible headache but i still don't have any fever, fortunately, but last night i had to stand a back pain which drove me crazy! I'm a bit worried cause i may be listened tomorrow in English and i don't wanna miss it. I know it sounds very unlogical but all my classmates, and probably my teacher too, will think i play truant while that's not true.
Latest news? Mmmm... oh yeah! I've just bought a pair of green striped wool muffs thanks to my mum. They're really nice and also extremely warm for winter days!
What's more an english girl rented my other family's flat in the block where i live and i've become the official burocratic translator cause she cannot speak any Italian. I like her, she seems to be very nice; i can say we've nearly become friends and i had her for dinner last tuesday. I was very pleased to talk in english (as always) although my parents couldn't understand so much. She also invited me for a tea one day but i don't want to disturb her. I think i'm gonna take advance of this situation, you know, to improve my english. Maybe she will introduce me to her parents who are coming for the week end. I confess i'm quite curious to meet them...

I wonder where my mind is...

2009-11-03T10:05:00.000-08:00

Listening to: "Thriller" by Michael Jackson
Reading: "The lost world" by Arthur Conan Doyle
Watching: It's me or the dog
Eating: dinner
Drinking: fruit juice
________________________________________________

As the title suggest i think i've lost my mind. In the afternoon i was supposed to go to the theatre with my school mates but i totally forgot it. I just came to school in the morning and wondering why all my friends would have met for lunch after the lessons, and then one of them told me" Cause, we'll go to the theatre... don't tell me you forgot it!". Great i thought! The problem was that i had another appointment for maths private lessons and i couldn't tell the teacher "I'm sorry but i'm going to the theatre instead of your lesson". It would have been unpolite so i just did the right thing. What bother me is the fact that i'd paid for the ticket and that i totally forgot it! i'm really annoyed with myself. God, i always remember theese kind of things...
Ok let's go over it. Saturday night was fantastic! I met my best friend's cousin, Conner. I was shocked to see how much he's changed, but he's always the funny and nice boy i knew. My boyfriend came too and we had the opportunity to stay together for a while, although my other friends couldn't stop annoying us. He's also coming for lunch tomorrow, so i hope to offer him a good afternoon.
Think i'm gonna revise Maths right now. Hope not to be listened tomorrow cause i never feel ready for this subject!

Gonna have a history test tomorrow

2009-10-22T13:55:00.000-07:00

Listening to: "She's the one" Robbie Williams
Reading: "The Lost World" by Arthur Conan Doyle
Watching: Chiedimi se sono felice
Eating: Air
Drinking: Blood (muhaha)
_________________________________________________

I think my eyes are gonna close right now. I extremely tired cause i've been studying for the whole afternoon/evening/night for the history test i'll have tomorrow. The sistuation hasn't changed: i still hate my philosophy/history teacher, but at the same time, i fear him.
Oh well, school is stressing me enough this week, with oral tests and so on. I got a 6.5 in science, a 6+ in phisics and a 5- in latin (f***). It isn't so bad but i will be given back my philosophy test in two day and i just have to hope something positive.
Anyway, last thursday i had a wondeful afternoon with my boy friend: we chatted a lot and i started to do a art homework for him XD He praied me and i said "Ok, no problem, i like drawing." I have to do one that is ten times more difficoult so...
I dunno how, but i've found a bunch of minutes to do my new DA avatar. Looooooook ^^
Looking at it now i find some problem with the quality....holy s***! Hope you like it anyway.
Well, i'd better shut up and go to bed so...good night people!

Everyone against me!

2009-10-09T13:40:00.000-07:00

Reading: "The Lost World" by Arthur Conan Doyle
Eating: pizza!
Drinking: Coke
Listening to: Soldier Side
__________________________________________

Oh my dog i think i'm gonna die soon! I've just finished my italian homeworks (i had to do a kind of impossible composition) and i'm extremely tired. I've spend the whole afternoon studying Philosophy for the test i'll have tomorrow. *starts to shake like a leaf* Have i ever told you i simply hate my philosophy teacher? No? Where was my head then?! Well, let's say i can't stand that subject for many reason (in my opinion, it's quite useless), and since i've never known it since last year a part of the total fault must be my teacher's one. He's impossible, after a year i still don't know what he wants to hear during the oral tests! It's not all a matter of studying, but a matter of luck, really!
Oh well...fucking school's problems. Anyway i don't have problems only with school but with my relationship too. This boy's making me crazy, and i'm sure that if he keeps on doing like that we're going to have a quarrel. When we go out he always repeat me that we spend few time together and that's only my fault. He even went to my best friend telling this! He's really annoyng me with this story: all right, i take it easy, i laugh at it but after all i say "oh f***!". I mean, "Ok, i got it, shall we talk about someting else?" but it's like he doesn't hear me.
Yesterday or the day before, he had a talk with my best friend and annoyed her too. Then she phoned me saying "Don't you think he's becoming a bit clinging?". "God! You got me now!".
I should tell you that in a first time they were both against me: all our conversation were like "Why don't you tell him.... Why don't you change your character....why don't you phone him...you're cruel!". Creuel? Me? I would seen him every day at school if he wasn't with other girl and it's my fault if i don't go out with him in the afternoon cause i have to study! That's incredible!
Luckyly now my friend is not against me anymore and she's starting to understand which kind of person my boyfriend is. And me too. I think i'm only a repleacement, because he doesn't want to study in the afternoon and going out would be a perfect excuse. I've found out he does nothing in the afternoon and spends it with many friends. Ridiculous!
Oh well, i should be in bed in 5 minutes so i have to leave you. 'Night!

Here i go again (back to the normal routine)

2009-09-30T13:47:00.000-07:00

Listening to: "They don't care about us" Michael Jackson
Reading: "Marley and Me" by John Grogan (again)
Watching: Futurama
Eating: A piece of chocolate cake
Drinking: Sparkling water
_________________________________________
Here i go again! The third school week's already started and now i've come back to my daily routine: school-lunch-homeworks-dinner-little freetime-sleeping. So, as you see, my days are not as empty as they used to be.
In two days i'll start my english school, to get prepared for the C.A.E. examination. I won't have the exam this year so i'm not worried at all, but sometimes i get bored. I like english but when you have to sit down in a class and talk about the dayly topic, which is always decided by the teacher, makes me hardly bare it. Also because when i'm in the class i always think about the school homeworks i'll have to do when i come back home. Absolutely no happy thoughts!
But there's something new: now i got a "boyfriend". This fact is persecuting me. Yeah, it's because i just think about him as a friend, but he doesn't know. I'm just a coward and i'm afraid of losing him forever. In few month he's become my best male friend and i used to love it. But know i feel our relationship is totally different: he seems so far from the guy i met in Telford last summer. I should tell him the truth but i don't want to hurt him, and i'm sure i will.
Yesterday he was like to start a quarrel because we don't go out so much as we should as couple. I've told him that my priority now is school and he thought i don't like going out with him -.-''
That's a bit childish, he knows i have to study a lot this year. He told me we never met at school during the breaktime. That's not true: i always look for him, but i always find he's chatting with other girls, his classmates. I'm not jelous but i don't want to interrupt them...you know, to be polite. I know they think about me as the girl who steal their mate. The first time i greeted him they looked at me like "Who the h*** is she? And what the **** does she want from our friend?". Pratically, every breaktime i try to say hello to him but he always has these two girls around him, who are not likely to leave him alone with a stranger. It just sucks!
Well, bed time has come. Hope i will succed in talking to him tomorrow!

Now we're back to the beginning

2009-09-13T12:41:00.000-07:00

"Now we're back to the beginning
it's just a feeling and no one knows yet
but just because they can't feel it too

doesn't mean that you have to forget"

This few lirycs of the song "The Call" rapresent what i'm feeling right know. I'm simply terrified because i don't know what is waiting for me in this school year. I'll attend the 4th year of high school so i should not feel so scared, i know how things work. I don't know.... maybe is the fact that i don't think this school is right for me.... my father told me not to worry, it's not worth. In two years i will choose my way, all with my strenght. The real problem is that i should know "that way" but i'm not totally sure about it. I have this little idea which travel in my head but i don't want to write it here. God, i'm so confused! I wish i could have a fixed idea for a moment! Not always a changeble one.
I have to understand that my purpouse is to pass this year. One things per time, just one, and then go straight to the following one. I think i should learn a way to relax my mind, it may be useful in the future. No. It will! God, what the *** i'm writing tonight? Let's hope!

A happy ending, and an unhappy one...

2009-09-09T09:13:00.001-07:00

Yep, i survived! I passed my exams and i can finally breath now. I had some problems with the maths test but at the end, all the things went right except for a friend of mine. I was quite sure that all my classmates would have passed their exams but my old friend didn't. I was very sad to hear she had failed. When i was coming home, after i had seen my results at school, i saw her in the street but i immediately changed my way just because i didn't want to tell her the truth. I'm sure she would have know her results but i just couldn't tell her she'd failed. Try to understand me guys, how could i? Maybe i've been childish but.... i didn't want to make her sad. I went to school with my brother and when i asked him if she saw me in the street he answered: "I think she has". Hope she will forgive me for this.

When we came back we have to go to the bookshop in order to buy my school's books. God, we've waited for two hours outside of the shop. There were about 80 people before us. It was a nightmare but i've found all the books i need.

EDIT: i've just phoned this friend and i told her i feel sorry for her. My father persuaded me to do it, and i think that was the right thing to do. She said she didn't expect that result, and so do i. Anyway, she has been really nice wishing me good luck. I did the same... that's the only thing i could do.

So scared...

2009-09-01T13:57:00.000-07:00

Help!
In two days i'll have a maths and a physics exam and i'm so terrified! The panic is killing me right now. I've studied, i've done tons of exercises but i'm still think i'll forgot something. It's an awful feeling and i can't think about anything else! If i only could, i would run away 'till my legs leaves me.
Allright.... i just need to concentrate myself on something different... *my brain is thinking*
Oh yeah! Yesterday, i've had a wonderful afternoon with my two best friend! We went to see "Ice Age 3" and it was amazing. I know it's a movie for children but, men, it was simply hilarious! I couldn't stop laughting, really!
Well, i'm very tired now, and i don't know if i could write something intelligent in this condition so i should just say good night.

Omg theese two remind me my little chipmunks. They used to quarrel for some food sometimes, even if the quantity was very big!

Back again....

2009-08-22T13:09:00.000-07:00

Water!!!!!!!!!
I want to have a freezing shower , it's too hot here!
Yeah, i'm back...unfortunately! I really enjoied my holiday at the seaside. I confess, there weren't many people because of the earthquake, i suppose. Exactely, i went to Abruzzi but i was very far from epicentre, L'Aquila. But i've made a trip to the mountains anyway! I wanted to see wolves at the Abruzzi National Park's zoo, where they cure enjured animals who cannot live free anymore. What did i see? I saw sad animals, tired of looking at human faces behind the bars of a cage. It was a shame, really. I would have hit the zoo's staff and ask them "Are you blinded or what? How the hell can a giant bear live in such a small cage?!". Fortunately there weren't any wolves! (i suspect the only one died recently because the cage was empty).
Apart from this fact, i really enjoied the rest of the trip, expecially the journery because i had the opportunity to see some of the most picturesque and amazing landscapes of the region. I also visited Silone's grave. He was one of the most famous italian writer of the fascist period. The grave was placed in a wonderful place, exactely were the writer want! (He wanted his grave to be put in front of a particoular valley, behind a little church).
The time i spent at the seaside was very relaxing but what i liked the most was to look at the landscape i could see at Guardia Vomano, a kind of rural village placed on a hill not far from Roseto. When it was dark i was able to see the stars perfectly and some lights of the valley's towns on the horizon. It's such a beauty that it's impossible to describe!
But now i'm back, and i can only remember those moments. Living in a city makes me feel in cage: i'm a wolf inside! Where are that open green field and snowy places my nature lead me to?!

Telford's memories

2009-07-31T14:28:00.000-07:00

Yeah, i've come back!
For the first time, i was very sad to leave: of course i've missed Italian food, but the friendships i made were so deep that i was surprised when i realised that i didn't cry.
Each single day i've lived was beautiful and i really enjoied the whole holiday. Instead of learning English i've learnt how to relate myself with people, and to be more self confindent. I hope to serve that memories in my brain for the rest of my life, fortunately the most of them are connected with songs my mates used to sing so they will last in time.
I was a bit disappointed when i discovered that Telford was very close to the highway and was composed by some houses and one of the biggest shopping centre of the country, but the college was nice, a bit empty but nice. I loved the time i spent in the floor's kitchen where we used to boil and fridge things (our favourite ones were apples XD) and playing card games such as "Famiglia" and of course Ceci was always the winner.
The trips and the sightseeings were great, expecially the one to Liverpool and to the Lake District (i prefered the travel because i saw more through the window of the coach. Can you believe it?) where the lands were spectacular.
The weather was awful but, hey! That was the typical english one: rainy and cold.
I promise myself to keep in touch with all the new people i've met, and that will be quite easy, considering that most of them live in Milan...
God, i've so many things to remember and say that i'm not able to write them in a proper order! Maybe i'll add something some of these days...
Ps: tomorrow i'll leave again! This time i'll go to seaside!
Pss: I had a look at my exam's resoults and i've passed the FCE. I'm not really satisfied with the mark but i've passed it, that is what really matter.

Freeeedom!

2009-07-15T06:48:00.000-07:00

After nearly a month i can really feel freedom! I'm officially on holiday men! I've decided to write this because i'm leaving in 2 days and i don't think i'll have time to write a post tomorrow. The luggage is empty and it's waiting for me.
Luggage: "I wanna drink your blood!"
Ok, not in that sense.... but i'll take a knife with me. Just to be sure! - stupid brain, it's totally gone!-.
All right.... let's talk about something more serious. I can't wait to leave! I'm quite sure Telford will be a nice place, expecially because i've always visited the London area in my last three jouneries and it would be something new for me. But i'm a bit scared of the flight because superstition is starting to influence my behaviour... let me explain it better. I'll have to take the flight on Fryday 17th and in Italy it's absolutely the worst day in the whole year because is considered unlucky. (It's like Fryday 13rd in english culture).
Apart from this stupid little thing, i'm extremely excited! I can't stand my city anymore: here it's too hot and i've spent my free time doing fucking maths exercises for a month! Believe me, i really deserve a holiday like this.
I don't know what else should i add, but i'll have tons of things to write when i'll come back, i promise!
Wish me Good Luck!

Tired of everything!

2009-07-03T14:20:00.000-07:00

God, i can't stand these days anymore!
I'm tired to run to school to spend two hours listening to someone who can't see you're not understanding a single word of his speech. It's frustrating! I hate maths and physic and guess what?! I have to study them for the whole holidays.
What about my free time? free time? i don't think i heard this word in the last two week. I even did maths exercise on my birthday! This is an awful situation and i'd like to give up everything, take a horse, my bow and go to live in some wild place, where i would only care about suriviving! And what does my father says? "Don't worry, you just have to keep holding on for two weeks!". The problem is that i CAN'T! And my fucking brain left me some days ago....lucky him!
To make things worse, here in Italy it's really hot and the weather makes everyone tired and stressed and it's impossible to talk with people, expecially with my family! My parents have to stand my school situation: they tell me they're not angry or disappointed with me as i thought. they even try to cheer up me sometimes, but it's really hard, believe me!
In my mind i always thank them for all the things they do for me, but when i come home and they ask me about my exercises i start to quarrel with them because i'd prefer to hear something different from maths.
Damn it!!!
Ps: my brains has come back just in time to write this post. Kind to him, isn't it?

Bad news....again!

2009-06-14T10:40:00.000-07:00

Why can't i write somenthing happy?! I always say awful things that make me feel depressed, and that's what i am in this period!
It all started last Saturday when i arrived at home, after school. I was a bit upset for my recent marks, so i went directly to my bedroom. I had a look at my two chipmunks and with my horror, i found out that one of them, the male, called Ghiro, was lying on the cage's ground. He wasn't sleeping and i immediately understood there was something wrong with him. So i opened the cage and took him out: i clearly see he was weak but i tried to help him. I gave him a cherry (he really loves it) but he just bite it once and then left it. I put him on my legs and softly stroked him to make him feel better. I didn't realise i was crying, that's why i was surprised when my mum came in and asked what was wrong. I explained her that Ghiro couldn't move properly and didn't eat anything so she looked for a vet on the web. After many calls we found one who came at home to visit him.
He said the situation was critic and we could have made two choices: put him to sleep or try to help him. Of course, we chose the second option and the last time i saw him, he was a little, tin, week furball in a shoebox.
Somehow i knew i would have never seen him again, and as you can imagine, i cried for the whole night.The following morning i was studying Chemistry for an important test when my mum came into my bedroom crying. She just told me: "The vet has called me". I understood it immediately.
My five years old little guy would have never run in my bedroom anymore.
This thought hit me as a knife in my chest.
I think the female understood his mate was death: in a first time, she tried to call him back to the cage, but when she realised she would have never had an answer she became sad. She used to sleep near him (most of the times even on him!) so for the firts time she experienced the loneliness.

As a consequence, the whole week was a nightmare for me. I just came out from it on Saturday when i was having my FCE examination. This cheered me up because i'm sure i did quite well. Today i had the speaking part: i'm not totally satisfied with it because i knew i could have said more, but i did it!
I haven't realised i'm on holiday yet: it all seems so strange to live, i don't know... maybe it's because summer usually makes me happy but at the moment i'm really far away from being it.

R.I.P little guy!

School's coming to an end

2009-05-29T08:00:00.000-07:00

Yes, i'm nearly at the end of my school year! What can i say? Well, i must say it has been the worst year i've ever had, and it's not finished yet! I'm tired of doing tests and i would like to give up everything! What is more, i'll have to pass the FCE. Sixteeen hours of extra work are wating for me in two weeks and i really don't know how to survive! I mean, i'll still have school's homeworks to do and 4 hours of english every day! I'm wondering when i'll find some time to do them.....
Apart from this, i'm quite happy in this days. Last sunday i run in a sort of archery competition, with my teacher and other old "students". I arrived 3rd, which is not bad if we consider that the the first two places were occupaied by my teacher, who arrived first, and his friend Fabrizio, one of my team mate. The result is that as long as the points says, i'm the best stutent ^^ The problem is that i still make some errors, mostly for my wrong position, but i did very well anyway.
I also got 7 and 7.5 in History and English and a 6.5 in the Italian composition. Finally some good resuslts!
I think i will relax in the next three days i have for holiday: first of all, tomorrow i'm going to the swimming pool with my best friends and i'm sure i will have a lot of fun! (I really need to!)
See u!

Terrible May

2009-05-16T13:14:00.000-07:00

I'm really tired of school! In the last two weeks i had most of my final tests but i still have to do many of them! Today i had the terrifing history test (what? i'm not scared of history..no i...i'm terrified) but i think i did it quite well. Now i'm gonna face the rest of my school days 'till the 13rd of June... well, to be precisely, the 12nd, because on my last day i'll have to do the FCE test and i won't go to school.
But let's talk about something happier, shall i? I've spend my afternoon with one of my best friend and i was really glad to see her again! We went to a bookshop in the centre and i bought "The Never Ending Story"! Yeah! I wasn't really sure to find it, because it's not so popular here in Italy.... Italians prefer the genius of Tolkien XD I also had a look to some english book on sale and i'm thinking about buying "The Hobbit". My friend had to read the Twilight seega in english for school but i'm tired of this book! I started to read the third one or two month ago but i'm tired of it! It's always the same story!
My little chipmunk got an infection and i'm looking for a vet who can do something (there aren't so many specialists in little pest..). The infection is not so serious...i mean, he can walk and he eats as always but i'm afraid it can get worse. Hope i'll find one soon.

Pay attention! I've a bow and i'm not afraid of using it! XD

2009-05-01T12:31:00.000-07:00

As the tiltle suggest, i've become a bowman! Well, maybe not yet...as a professional i mean...but i'm learning very quickly and, the most important thing, i love it!
It's a quite strange sport, if we can call it like that, and you don't need proper skills to practise it. Here in Italy is almost unknown and not many teenagers do it, expecially girls! But it doesn't discourage me, when you like something you don't care about people's thoughts. When i said to one of my classmate that i was attending an archery's course she looked at me like this O_O. I think i've really scared her...
Anyway, yesterday i went to an archey's shop to buy my bow ^^ It's not so special (in fact is just a school bow, the one you use to learn) but i really like it! I still have some problems when i have to assemble it, but i'm sure i'll learn quickly.
Today i did my first lesson in the archery field and it was very funny! There were many bowmen and they have been joking all the morning, expecially with my teacher XD When i was shooting an arrow my teacher stopped me and said "Look at those lasy guys! See? They're bowmen!". What were thay doing? You may ask. Well, let's say they were having a sun bath. The funniest thing is that when they arrived at the field they immediately assembled their bows and then the sat at a table and started to chat! One of them, Fabrizio, another archery teacher shouted at mine and said " Hey Marco, where're the sandwiches you promised?! We're getting hungry!" and Marco said " Have you brought the tea? Of course you haven't! So what do you want?!".
My God, they're really crazy but that's what makes them funny and unique! I will be there the day after tomorrow too due to have more fun!

Easter eve

2009-04-11T14:09:00.000-07:00

I got few minutes so this post will be very short.
I'm very tired to work on Maths exercises that i can't do, i mean, i think i've something wrong, my brain doesn't work when i have to do maths' homework! I don't wanna talk about maths, it makes me feel disappointed.
Yesterday i went to the cinema and saw "Marley & Me": i had already read the book but i really wanted to see the movie cause i was very curious and so i did. I couldn't believe at my own tears when i cried at the end: i'd alredy known the movie was going to be sad but when you read the book it's a bit different. You don't have the soundtrack or the people's faces that makes you cry.
When the movie finished i saw that all the people in the cimema where still crying, even two little children (their parents tried to cheer up them but they failed, poor guys!).
I really enjoied the film, it was one of the few movies based on a novel that i appreciate. It's welldone in all its parts with some hylarious scenes, like the one of the nacklace (Omg "Marley split it out! Marley just stay!Come on boy, come here! XD).

i have no more time so i have to say goodbye for now and Happy Easter everyone!

New English Blog!

2009-04-07T14:30:00.000-07:00

Wow, i can finally write a new post in English! Yeah, i've to many blogs and i'm planning to delete some of them, but here i am!
Do you see the top banner? Well, it took me ages to do it but it's still a shame (d'oh!), apart from the Canterbury photo, i really love it.
I wanted to write so many things that i can't remember a single one at the moment O_O
Mmm..oh yeah! It's not a happy news but i really want to write it: In the last two days a terrible earthquake destroied many houses and made many victims in Abruzzo, near L'Aquila. Fortunately i live in the north of Italy so i dind't hear it but my heart goes out anyway to that poor people who lost everything. My grandpa has a house there and he decided to spend Easter there, the worst decision he could have made. Obviously he heard the earthquake but he was far enough to run away from the danger.
Could you believe that even my american pen-friend was worried about the situation? Well, he was worried about me (he's an angel ^^) but it's the same.

Ok let's talk about something happier... have i already said i'm on holiday?
Yep! After nearly a month of school i'm on holiday again (yay!), and i'm really enjoing this days. Unfortunately today i had to go to my afternoon English lessons anyway and i had to spend two hours doing writing and listening tests for the FCE, which i'll have in June. I've already jumped a year (as my mother tongue teacher always repeats -.-'), and i can't miss a class! I can't believe i decided to do it!

It's getting late and i should be sleeping so i think i'll stop here for today.
Good Night Everyone!