Lesson One: Correct Use of Shovel*

After yesterday's lack of Italian class and the day before yesterday's purely revision class, we finally had our honest-to-gods real teacher and not the sustitute teacher (who was not sick but rather in the frickin' USA visiting her daughter and wee grandson, which, good for you but holy fuck, we can has class, yes?). What do we do? Revision and repetition, again. She didn't even bother to talk to the substitute (who gave us 9 hours of lessons) about what we'd already covered. And when she learned that we'd already covered that bit, she went on and explained it again. Holy fucking sheep and ewes, yo! Aslkjslfgk.

In other news, after class I met up with mom at the Piazza Navona for pizza rossa and bianca and a tartufo (which was huuuge but deliscious but made me feel icky from ice cream overload).

I watched Lost last night and only got wibbley when Hurley did (honestly, Hurley's got a direct line to my heart - he's sad, I break). It didn't knock my socks off, though. I can't wait for next weeks - I miss Jacob! Which is weird, because Jacob really isn't that central a character (but rather a central plot point). I had a dream last night where I was Hurley running uphill through a tropical forest. Made me think of playing hide-and-seek at night in the Mexican Ambassador's house in Costa Rica. (They have a set house for the Ambassador, and damn, did it have nice terrain.)

Tonight, Supernatural. I expect to wibble, cheer and curse.

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* Jingo, TPratchett