I was looking for a bike and I found a bike...and heaven knows I'm miserable now...

Well... I finally picked up a bike today. As I’ve mentioned, the walk to and from the university or center of town ranges between 25-35 minutes... which pretty much makes a bike a necessity...with a bike, it’s about 10 minutes. Well I finally got a bike today from a lady who just received her medical degree and she is moving to England soon to do something or another. European medicine is so strange to me... actually, I suppose so is American... the process of entry into the system is so arduous and nebulous, I really wonder why some people even bother. Well anyway, I bought the bike. It was in so-so condition. It looked ridable...and in all honestly, it did ride fairly well for being old. I took it to the university to get my tags and headed back home and on the way, the left pedal fell off. YAY.

I walked it home because I had some much crap in my bag and I was out of money on my phone -- I wanted to find a way to top it up online. I managed to do so with my limited Italian vocabulary (about... erm... 30 words... 130, if you count the numbers 1-100.) And I called up the lady who I bought the bike from. We agreed to go to a mechanic not TOO far away and she paid for it to get fixed -- $20. Sucks for her, but hey, the bike was busted.

That was just one of the many stresses I faced today. I have a big test tomorrow for Italian. I definitely understand a whole lot more than I can actually regurgitate. I also have to turn in a problem set... of which I can’t even seem answer one of the 4 questions on my own. At least not completely. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong and I regret not working on it earlier in the week. I really should have worked on it Tuesday, but oh well. It’s not unlike undergrad where, in class, I’m totally on track, I understand, I can finish sentences. For some reason, I’m not in mode when I’m at home... Wish I had a solution for that.

One saving grace for the moment is that as I mentioned in a previos post, my landlord’s husband is a concert pianist. As I type this, he has some opera singer doing voice training -- it’s absolutely wonderful -- if I didn’t have plans to meet up with a fellow classmate to study in a little bit, I would be glued right here. I seriously couldn’t’ve landed a better place. This is just like something out of a movie.

Anyway, the weekend is almost here and I’m looking forward to it. I do plan on doing a lot of studying on Sunday, but other than that, Saturday is relatively free. There is a music festival here -- the 7th Annual Anti-MTV music festival. I don’t know exactly what kind of music is going to be played, but I think it will be interesting nonetheless. Regardless if it’s my style or not, I will most likely be entertained. Maurizio is selling T-shirts there so that should be interesting.
Well that’s that, for now.

In the meantime -- Corpus Christi, like I said, I didn’t think that Ike was going to slap you Tina-style, but be safe and sit tight anyway.