This is What Creams Are Made of

Hey Now, Hey Now

I just ate a pizza with french fries baked onto it. Is that a thing in the U.S. that I've somehow never seen? Whether it is or not, it's brilliant. There is a pizzeria literally right next door to my apartment building.

The apartment is really big. I could complain about a few minor things like the bed being hard, but I set enough first-world problem records without whining about my Italian accommodations.

I wish I could show pictures right now, but I left my camera battery (which I bought less than 48 hours ago) charging in the wall at my sister's. Honestly, if I had a nickel for every time I've forgotten a power cord because it was in the wall, I would have like 30 cents. I'll now have to pay some exorbitant Euro rate that will surpass the Atlanta airport rate I had to pay for the memory card. Damnit, camera, stop needing more parts! Damnit, Lauren, stop blaming cameras for things that you forgot...

The only plan for today (it's already 3:30 in da afternoon) is to get settled in. All I've done so far is start unpacking, shower, grocery shop, etc. I talked to the ISC, Italian Student Companion who lives with me, for awhile. She is fantastic. I haven't met any students yet who have actually taken any Italian, but it'll be great to have her to practice speaking with. I'm living with her and three other girls. Only one other has moved in. She's nice! Hasn't revealed anything overly creepy or abnormal about herself. (Can I do a thumbs up emoji on this website?)

She wants me to go running with her, so I might be in for a semester of judgement. Oh no- what if the rest of my roommates are normal and good at life too, leaving me as the only 90-yr-old who wears thermal underwear to cold parties? (See: last semester). I'm sure it will be fine. It's a large program; I'll find people to museum hop and stare at foreign babies with me.

In my building, there are two other apartments rented by my program. There's a kid from CMC living three floors below me. Oh, guess what, I kept worrying about carrying my luggage up the stairs, but there's an elevator!

I also met a girl on the ride from the airport who goes to Macalester and who has a relative that lives in Chaska. Small world or what.

I'm going to take a nap now even though I've had two coffee drinks since I got here. I had weaned myself off after the Great Coffee Rush of finals 2011, because I hate being so dependent and because I really do enjoy tea more, but I'm not going to not drink coffee when I'm in Italy. And I'm not going to not eat gelato every day. And I am going to get french fry pizza on the daily. Seize the day. Seize until you seizure. Just kidding that doesn't make sense. It always goes badly when I try to make up expressions.

Seize you later. Ew, sorry, I'll stop.

Lauren