Avere in the Pasta!

Domenico made a type-o on the board today. He meant "Avere in the past." avere is the verb "to have." it made our class for probably far too long. avere in the pasta! and we sang a song about a cat to learn about the imperfect. Click on The Cat Song. The lyrics are pretty cute: "There was one time a cat that had a black spot on his mouth and an old roof next to the sea with a window to a passage to teh blue sky/heaven. If i played my guitar, the cat purred and a star descended close and smiled at me and then returned to the sky. Now I don't live there anymore. All has changed, I don't live there anymore. I have a beautiful, beautiful house, like you are. But I think about the cat that had a black spot on his mouth at the old roof next to the sea with a star, that now i don't see anymore."

haha, i think it's for five year olds. Oh the things we do in italian sometimes.

I got another italian song today. It was from an italian movie we watched in class. The music video is kinda weird, but i like the song. :) click here.

And Ive got up new pictures on picasa!!! Barcelona/Montserrat, soon to be dublin/london. and ive added some play pictures that emily took of me to the original Florence album, that I thought you might enjoy. Director Eric emailed us, we're having our cast party next week with refreshments and watching the movie. should be cute. Click Spain for spain pics, and Florence for show pics and go check out all the new ones, and i'll slowly but surely get up captions so you know what everything is. There will also be a new album for dublin/london soon, and more pics in Fall break, haha... im catching up, slowly but surely.

today was insane... we got up at 3:45 am, caught a cab to the airport, 1.5 hr flight, caught a 1 hr bus to the train station, 1.5 hr train ride to florence, to arrive to POURING rain. I hate rain. i hate everything about rain. and it provides no motivation to go to school. florence needs to calm down. it's so sad all the time.

other crazy thought: I have three more weeks. that's three more saturdays and three more sundays. one of those weekends I'll be in paris (wooooot). but....oh my god... i can't take this. where did this semester go? how come everyone thinks thats a rhetorical question when i ask it? the idea...of not being here.... is foreign. check that out. being here isn't foreign. not being here is. im sad now.

hw time, sorry this was mostly informational. checking out an all vegetarian restaurant tonight with emily!

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