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Natalie and I had an accident the Saturday before last. We fell down the stairs.

Nat fell on her hip and leg.

I fell on my face.

I suffered from a split open lip, whiplash, damaged tooth, along with bruises and aches in pain.

I just spent 10 days (paid) on medical house arrest and today is the first day I've ventured to work - nevermind outside. I have to do follow ups on my nose that still hasn't healed, on my tooth that's still loose, and take it 'easy' on my head and neck whatever the hell that means.

At least I don't have to wear a fucking neck brace anymore.

I missed the internet...

sweet

I made an appointment with my favourite Brazilian (okay, not favourite, but I'm not allowed to talk/think/speak to the real one) for Saturday at 1:30pm to get my fourth tattoo.

What a great way to end a stressful week.

I AM TOO EXCITED!!!

PS. She told me it was going to be 100 euro - I laughed and said 'no'. Then she said 70 euro. I have mastered the haggling!

...

So the gas people came by today. And the workers didn't uncover the pipe entirely so the gas people were like - not good enough.

The workers are coming back tomorrow morning to finish the work, and the gas people were like 'that's great, but we're really busy. Maybe we'll pop around in two weeks or so'

TWO WEEKS.

So we've been living there for two weeks already without heating, hot water, or oven/stove use. And now we have to wait at least another two weeks still because somebody is stupid enough to not know to uncover a fucking pipe?

I'm so refusing to pay rent for a month after we get gas, not half a month, ON TOP OF IT!

I'm so not in any mood. For students, for life, for anything.

PISSED.

orientation is a bitch

Students ask so many questions.

For example: Do they sell can openers in Italy?

I should make a list.

The paternal figure offered to pay off all my debts if I finish my degree at Uni. I have 10,000 CAD to pay off.

The RBC is for sure searching the country high and low for me.

The government will most likely call search parties.

The benefit of having two passports.

The downside is that I eventually have to pay this shit off. And definitely can't do it now in my situation even though I am living comfortably - or wish to continue living comfortably.

I have been told my Italian is good enough to go to Università di Firenze.

Going to start looking for appointments... Courses...

Back to student life? New start with student life in Italy?

Thank god uni is cheaper here (still after all the bullshit of last semester) than in Canada, even.




E' finita.

E tutto passerà...

I'm sooo white!

This is my front yard. The dead de' Medici family.

We have water!

But are still lacking gas, which is a pain because I haven't showered in quite a bit of time. I am off to the 'dicci for the night at Roby's so will get to showering there. Which is nice. I've warned everyone I work with to stay a few feet away from me.

I can't wait until my next trip to IKEA for solely decorative purposes.

PILLOWS PILLOWS PILLOWS!

pain in my ass...

Work.

Moving.

Being owed money.

Bummer.

At least we look like we had a good time...