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I freaking love Rome
We currently have no internet of our own, but Irish's bosses are awesome and told him to bring me to the office in the off hours so i can hop online. They're really nice and keep inviting me out to office parties; I feel almost like an unofficial staff member here. We're here until November, at which poing we'll head back to Ireland. I'm loving the weather here; Irish thinks it's hot, while it feels like home to me (but we're used to about 30 degrees of difference for what's "home"; I'm used to weather being around 50 in winter, with the dropping cold happening periodically, and 100+ in summer, with 90 or below being oddly cool, while his winters are in the negatives, and his summers are around 60-70 degrees), so it's no wonder he's dying of heat. I'd put the temp here at around 80, 85, with about 60% humidity, which means for me, it's nowhere near as bad as what i'm used to, and for him, it's a lot worse than he's used to.
I've been walking into town multiple times a week, which means about a mile up a STEEP hill. It's bad enough that even Irish is feeling the strain when he walks up it, and he's 1) in much better shape than I am, and 2) used to walking up hills. I started off having to stop at lesst thrre times on the trip up, just because of my thighs and ribs, but on the last few trips I've managed to not need to stop. I don't know how much weight I've lost because I will not allow myself to own a scale (I get too focused on numbers and then I get obsessive and it's just healthier for me to pay attention to how I'm feeling than my weight), but my jeans are hella baggy now, and I know that my waist is about ten inches smaller than it was when I left the States in January. For my birthday, I bought an excersise ball and a twist board, and they've seen a lot of use.
The place we're currently living is fantastic, and we've been adopted by the landlords (the lady comes down every Friday for two hours, to help us clean and visit with us). Unfortunately, we'll be moving elsewhere at the end of the month, something about the way the house is zoned. The landlords are really sad we'll be leaving, and I'm going to miss them.
I have about 25,000 words written on a series. This makes me ridiculously happy, but I'm apparently insane because I have at least twelve stories planned out. (One of the books needs something, though, because the plot is just not along the same lines as the other plots; I'm going to have to figure out how to add the type of thing that's in all the others to the existing plot. But that's seven or so books down the line.)
I've been reading the Game of Thrones books, and eh. I like the characters a lot but the more i read the books the more I realize I don't like them. I'm reading because I want to know what happens to the characters I like.
I've been watching a lot of Nickelodeon and Disney shows; this isn't unusal for me because i love Nick and Disney, even if I am a grown ass woman. Mostly, i've been watching them because I still don't understand Italian and I can mostly understand what's going on with these shows. I'm almost starting to understand diaologue, even when I don't recognize individual words. (I don't know how to explain it; I have no idea what the words that were said are, but about 50% of the time, I can tell you what the English sentence was. I seriously have no idea what the Italian was, so I can't look it up, but I know what's being said in English.)
I want to see movies. I miss movies.
I've been walking into town multiple times a week, which means about a mile up a STEEP hill. It's bad enough that even Irish is feeling the strain when he walks up it, and he's 1) in much better shape than I am, and 2) used to walking up hills. I started off having to stop at lesst thrre times on the trip up, just because of my thighs and ribs, but on the last few trips I've managed to not need to stop. I don't know how much weight I've lost because I will not allow myself to own a scale (I get too focused on numbers and then I get obsessive and it's just healthier for me to pay attention to how I'm feeling than my weight), but my jeans are hella baggy now, and I know that my waist is about ten inches smaller than it was when I left the States in January. For my birthday, I bought an excersise ball and a twist board, and they've seen a lot of use.
The place we're currently living is fantastic, and we've been adopted by the landlords (the lady comes down every Friday for two hours, to help us clean and visit with us). Unfortunately, we'll be moving elsewhere at the end of the month, something about the way the house is zoned. The landlords are really sad we'll be leaving, and I'm going to miss them.
I have about 25,000 words written on a series. This makes me ridiculously happy, but I'm apparently insane because I have at least twelve stories planned out. (One of the books needs something, though, because the plot is just not along the same lines as the other plots; I'm going to have to figure out how to add the type of thing that's in all the others to the existing plot. But that's seven or so books down the line.)
I've been reading the Game of Thrones books, and eh. I like the characters a lot but the more i read the books the more I realize I don't like them. I'm reading because I want to know what happens to the characters I like.
I've been watching a lot of Nickelodeon and Disney shows; this isn't unusal for me because i love Nick and Disney, even if I am a grown ass woman. Mostly, i've been watching them because I still don't understand Italian and I can mostly understand what's going on with these shows. I'm almost starting to understand diaologue, even when I don't recognize individual words. (I don't know how to explain it; I have no idea what the words that were said are, but about 50% of the time, I can tell you what the English sentence was. I seriously have no idea what the Italian was, so I can't look it up, but I know what's being said in English.)
I want to see movies. I miss movies.