what's so wrong with breakdowns and pig squeals?

Italy is awesome.

Sometimes I just don't get along with people.

and people never seem to get along with me.

I am too 'opinionated.'

If you ask my opinion, then YES. I will give it to you.

don't want my opinion? DON'T ASK. duh.

I try really hard to be nice, but sometime people are so... ignorant (that's being nice again).

Like I have mentioned before, I am mainly try to post on my other blog.

I guess I could post more about what I am 'feeling' on this one since the other one I should be happy that I am Italy (don't get me wrong, I would stay here for... ever.).

I am mainly 'feeling' annoyed.

and I want to get away.

next week I will, I am going to Germany to visit friends for fall break.

pretty stoked.

What I want to do:

-Hike in the Alps

-Get my lip pierced

-Buy Harem pants

-Go see Austria

-Go to a Udine soccer game

-listen to my 'hardcore' music in peace

and many other things.

the sunsets here are so beautiful.

this week is philosophy, so I have been loving classes.

ok, enough of this.

this is the end.

chels.