The Begining

It is officially ladies and gentleman, I have moved. I am currently sitting in my new room and I couldn't be happier. (Thats not true at all, if you gave me a double double with some fries and coke...oh gosh. Throw in a cool $10 million too)

I have unpacked all my clothes and put up my posters (warriors, Gladiator, and Sopranos. Slight apprehension when I put that one up but its cool). Now, it is time to have some fun. I mean study. Now it is time to study.

In order to properly understand the last few days, I must take you back in time. I must take you to the departing of myself and G-Sep and the arrival to Casa Nostra (that is what Im calling my spot.)

As I stated in the last entry, I was extrememly excited once I saw the apartments and immediately went back and packed as I thought I could move in the following day. In typical Italian beaurocratic fashion, there were complications and I was forced to wait. Mind you I had already packed up everything in my room and was no forced to live out of my suitcase while fearing for my life when G-Sep went through his morning routine.(see last entry)

Once everything was cleared, and I was told I could move, I had to properly plan the goodbye with G-Sep.It had to be just right. Couldnt be too serious or anything. It wasnt like I disliked the guy or anything. We had nothing in common other than we were both of the male species and each had two nostrils.

When I was ready to leave the room, G-Sep was nowhere to be found. I figured I would just leave and not say anything. I mean, it would probably be better this way. It wasnt like I was breaking up with him. I wasn't firining him. I will never see this cat again. So does it make a difference if I say anything? No. But I couldnt just go out like that. I came up with a perfect plan that would show I care but not that much. Kinda like that half-ass Christmas present you give to someone who you are cool with but not that cool with.

Anyway, I decided I would write him a brief note saying good luck with your studies in italian and cap it off with a postcard of The Golden Gate Bridge. (Great touch, I know. How do I come up with these things.) As I headed out of my room, I gave it one last glance................. to make sure I didnt forget anything.

When I arrived at my new spot, I was greeted by all the inhabitants. I wasn't expecting this but, nonetheless, was pleasantly surprised. My current suite mates are ass follows:

Ivan-(pronounced E-Vahn). 22 years old. From Lecce, small town in the South where I was for three weeks prior to Bologna. Real friendly dude who's computer I have used twice to talk to my ma on skype. The second time of which I interupted a...um...study session with his girlfriend. He took me out on the town last weekend and hooked a brotha up when it came to the drinks. Unfortuantely, he has to move out on Oct. 1
Gennaro-(pronounced Ja-Nar-Oh) Age unknown. Oldest of the group. Does not attend university but rather has a 9-5 and wears a suit and tie everyday. Why he lives in student housing, who knows? He asked me yesterday how old I thought he was and I said 24 and he told me to stop lying and tell the truth. I did not know how to respond. Wont be talking about age with this guy too much more. He cooked me some pasta the other day with meat sauce that his mom sent to him. Best sauce Ive had hands down like its 6:30. He also paid for my laundry the first night.
Gianpiero- (pronounced John-P-Ero) Age unknown. From Sicily. I asked him about cannoli's yesterday. He has, since I have arrived, worn a very interesting shirt several times. It says, in English: 'Why drink and drive, when you can smoke and fly?' I am least cool with him out of the group. He is a great guy who likes to have fun though. Also has a receding hairline with a mohawk...what a sight it is!
Luigi- (no need) 20 years old. From Bari, small town in South. He is my roomate. Hates a clean shave. Carries a man purse with im wherever he goes. Has a best friend named Francesca who cooks some mean pasta and is cute. Only owns one article of clothing that is white(a t-shirt). Good sense of humor and speaks a little english. I joke with him alot. Has a horrible ringtone, however.

I am real satisfied with my group of guys. I'm upset Ivan is leaving but we will hopefully still kick it. Speaking to them in Italian all the time has been fun and good practice. I'm looking forward to throwing some good parties and eating some more delicous home cooked meals.

However, I have to work a little harder on trying to explain the rules of American Football in Italian.

That has just been a disaster.