I think, as usual, I have outsmarted myself. I will not be sitting in Curva Sud tonight singing like crazy. I will not be going to the Manchester United-AS Roma match. Why? I thought too much. "Hey, it is a meaningless game. They are literally playing for nothing. Neither team will bring out the big guns. Also, I have an exam the next day. And I won't study for it until the night before (which is, admittedly, still quite true. I haven't started. Problem is, I probably never will, even with all my roommates at the game)" Well, I was kind of wrong. Manchester United is playing Wayne Rooney, who is in my top 5 favorite players. He probably would have been worth the 15 euro alone. Aaarrrggh. And I would have had the chance to dress up, have the fun, etc. Super aarrrgh. At least everyone else important on Man U isn't playing. Then I might have died choking on my own stupidity.
Still, the soccer on this trip was worth it, even only seeing two matches. Mainly, because I got to see my favoritest player, Mr. Clint Dempsey, aka Deuce. Click the link. Seriously: the unintentional comedy is off the charts. American soccer rap: a double-oxymoron (an oxyidiot?)
In other news, today I took two tests, both of which I barely studied for. I did just fine. I think. Also, I got some delicious Old Bridge gelato, but it was amazingly unfilling. I think I may need a pizza for dinner on top of that. Quando a Roma, I suppose. I can eat my feelings sitting in my silent apartment. Hooray food. I'm going to miss this city.
EDIT: Two other notes from the day. I finally shared Bar San Calisto with some ND people. They enjoyed the gelato, while I had a caffe doppio before I worked out. Also, I crossed a new bridge today: the one leading to the Palazzo di Giudizia. It's pretty impressive. I can't believe I haven't gone over there yet.
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