Catchword of the life: "Poo"

Well, I thought I’d be too busy to write this. And I am, too busy that is. But I still manage to entertain my dear forced readers (teehee) to read this. Umm so yeah, I’m tired stressed and pissed at all the shit America is making me do. Yeah its all america’s fault. Blame the country, not my inability to remember and organize things properly :D. So then I woke up and realized it was a day and I had to live it.
And then I was like thinking about the mafia or something and I had this like thunderbolt memory of a dream I had last night. And I’m thinking shit why the hell did that just remind me of the dream so I’m thinking murder blackmail I don’t know what. But none of those key pictures in my head clung onto the memory of the dream to make me relive the dream. It was quite annoying. It happens a lot. I wonder why certain dreams are so hard to remember, like you will only remember a dream if you think about it the second you wake up.
Another thing, I was studying Italian like good little Belgian girls should, and I started chapter 5. Yeap it was the beginning of a fresh chapter. I started reading about all the things that one can drink at a cafè and then my eye came upon the magical word, ghiaccio. Ghiaccio. I stopped and smiled. This word MEANT that I had come to the epiphany of my learning Italian this semester. For those of you who know me, when all other sensical phrases failed, remember how I used to say, “Niente con ghiaccio”????? WELL NOW
I CAN SPELL IT TOO!!!
Totally the highlight of my day.