I’ve just realized I haven’t written an Italian word in this blog since I’ve had it apart from “Ciao”. Perciò adesso scriverò questo post metà in italiano e metà in inglese così nessuno ci capirà una mazza. Anyway, this is the expression I’ve had all the afternoon because I can barely keep myself from jump around in joy after I came to know that thing about Irene, you spoilers seekers know what I’m talking about *wink-wink*. Ora mi vesto e raggiungo i ragazzi così posso continuare a rompere anche loro con la storia di Irene. Because let’s be honest, it’s too mind blowing not to tell anyone.
grinning like an idiot for ‘movie night’ with the not-quite-yet-girlfriend
POPCORNS!
Today I woke up feeling like P. Diddy crap. Apparently I got pink eye (I suspect at the fucking gym) and couldn’t wear eyeliner or anything but hey, who needs make up when you have incredibly cool sunglasses?
I’m getting ready to go pick up my cousin (who’s got “the worst hungover ever” and has just given me an hilarious phone call) to go to a Swap Fair where I’ll hopefuly find a couple of bowties and suspenders (I’m in terrible need of those).
But let’s be serious for a quarter of a moment.
The protest went surprisingly well, we managed to stop the fascist’s march pacifically. We danced, sang and expressed the frustration we feel through a microphone (Italian economy is not going very well, you see). There’ve been a couple of moments of general disorder the moment a couple of paper and smoke bombs went off, but on the whole nothing serious. I’m extremely pleased with how the whole thing went.
Always fight for what you believe in, kids.
Heading to a protest against nazism, fascism and homophobia. It actually is a protest against a frankly shameful nazi demonstration.
Hopefully it won’t be too violent.
