It's strange being in a school where I literally know about 90% of the people as opposed to being an anonymous face in a crowd, where, amongst the people I did know, I usually tried to avoid. That's wrong. I had plenty of good friends at UTSA, but there certainly people that I could care less to see.
Anyway. I'm exhausted, but the weather here is refreshing. It's somewhere in the mid-sixties. The sky is clear. I've had the same pizza three days in a row. Life is grand..haha.
I wish I could find a patch of grass to lay down and stare at the sky, something I found myself doing often at UTSA. I guess that's one disadvantage -- every inch of ground here is occupied by some structure, and albeit most of it very beautiful, I would love to see more green instead of the Bologna red that permeates throughout most of the city. I will admit though, it provides a beautiful contrast to the blue that paints the skies overhead.
I must go, I think it's time for a coffee. I've grown addicted. Mostly out of economics -- it's cheaper to get my caffeine high through coffee than my usual means... bubbly bubbly coke.
Speaking of which, I went to the grocery store to buy some coke. And by coke, I mean the South/Texas use of the term coke, as in anything superlatively sweet and carbonated. I saw something red and labeled 'Ginger'. I thought, 'Oh Awesome, some weird Italian gingerale' No. Not even close. Unless the Italian's impression of Gingerale is Bile and Vomit mixed with 7-Up and Red #4. It's rare that I'm disgusted enough to throw something like that out -- but I did. I'm usually quite adventurous when it comes to carbonated drinks, but that was too much. It went straight to the drain. The bottle is not a receptacle for the leftover grease from my white-trash Texan culinary endeavors...carbonate that and I'm sure you' get something more palatable (what a great idea!).
Anyway, so on and so on. Io Abito.
1 comment:
try Giardini Margherita ;-)
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