marvinstwin

Just a quick message to let you all know that I survived the flight out to Italy, even though Cynthia has threatened to KILL ME for missing two flights in a row (fucking idiots at Frankfurt airport security). We have met the other people in the program, most of whom seem pretty cool. And Cynthia's roommate will hopefully be absent for the duration! Yay!

Today we wait for Gaby's suitcase to be delivered from Marseille and then walk up the hill to the church at San Luca.

Last night we stayed up until 3 AM to watch The Dark Knight. Potentially a BLD. Still, totally worth it. Heath Ledger is still disturbingly attractive in that movie.

Oh, God. Cynthia just turned on the TV so that we can have the real Italian experience. Diagnosis Murder dubbed in Italian... fabulous. The movie preview channel is pretty hilarious, too. Only, more in a bad way. Australia dubbed in Italian? Pain. So much pain.

Alright. I'm off to go make myself look like a respectable human being. Cynthia has hair gel and has promised me the Ryhawk. I am probably more excited about this than I have any right to be.

Ciao!

So, let's say I take on an extra job tutoring Bonnie's son in math and pick up a few more extra hours in the costume shop making things for Hamlet and Of Thee I Sing over the weekends. Let's say I also promise to go back and work at House of Vicky during the Thanksgiving and Winter Holidays. And, in addition to those things, let's say I restrain myself from buying anything else extraneous until after I get back from Italy.

If I do all of those things, will I be able to afford a ticket to go see Panic at the Disco on the 19th and will someone be willing to put themselves through similar hardships to go see them with me?

PLEASE SAY 'YES.'

CYNTHIA, I MISS YOU. I WANT YOU TO BE HERE TO GO ON THIS PURELY HYPOTHETICAL AND UTTERLY IMPROBABLE JOURNEY WITH ME. I NEED MY SPENCER/BIG BROTHER/BFF/WHATEVER. THEIR UTTER RIDONKULOUSNESS WILL NOT BE THE SAME WITHOUT YOU. [/capslock]

Back to studying for my Economics Exam. Buggre et al.

ETA: Fuck that shit. I'm not going anywhere on the 19th. The WUDT piece is going to be more than I bargained for and I'm going to be working until my eyeballs bleed. Please just shoot me. Please. It would be kinder.