Today was a good day. Actually, that's not really news; maybe I should only note if I have a bad day. Good is the norm.
Anyways, I woke up a little early, so I went down to the pastry shop at the market. I got this blueberry (or blackberry... or something. Large blackberries, most likely) crostatina (little pie-thingy) for breakfast, and picked up another pastry for the future. It worked out well, because that will be breakfast tomorrow en route to Tuscany.
I had a Renaissance Rome and its Monuments class as a makeup for some day that she can't be there in October. I think it's the last week of October, which should be nice because then my friends from ND will be here and we can go out tuesday night. In class we walked down the Via Recta (one of the three roads Martin V ordered clean at all times! an emphasis of our teacher), and spent a lot of time at Santa Maria della Pace, which is an awesome church located just outside of Piazza Navona. Only gets one star in the Michelin guide, as opposed to two for the San Clemente. Wrong wrong wrong.
On the way home I was talking about the future with Jon and I had a bit of a revelation. Like a $25K revelation. I remarked that I could maybe graduate in 3 1/2 years. Then I thought about it a little harder this afternoon. I really could graduate in 3 1/2 years, basically without even trying. I wouldn't even have to load up my schedule in the slightest. Especially if I did a research project next summer. Hmm. We'll see how that goes.
So I spent the afternoon in lonely time. Ate a later lunch, did some dishes, did a lot of Internet cruising and started a Dickens book about his travels in Italy I got for free because some student left it last year. Then I got bored, and went upstairs to see if any girls were still around. Boy, was my timing excellent: they cooked for just about everyone who was back, and they cooked very, very well. They did some manicotti-like pasta in a tomato sauce with spinich stuffed in there along with ricotta, a sausage and tomato base, some steamed veggies, and had homemade pudding with whipped cream and some little crackers in there (how do you make pudding? Nobody asked, but I should have). We then played cards, and now I am back in my room typing away. I have to wake up in 7 1/2 hours to catch my train, so I should probably go to bed soon.
Friday, September 14
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If Brady Quinn can do it...
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