first class (finally!)

So after one failed attempt yesterday, I finally got to go to my first class of kickboxing! Im so happy! I practically ran from italian lessons to get home, but that was so worth it.

Im totally sweaty (or I was, but I just showered) and really hot and I need to buy myself (emphasis on BUY IT FOR MYSELF!!) a sports bra, but I feel really...I dont know how to explain. I feel awake and happy and healthy for the first time since lacrosse. My muscles ache in a good way.

So the first hour and a half was really intense, lots of running and crunches and jab/kick combos. Especially lots of ab workouts. But Im totally cool with that, because my tummy will be completely fit. As will the rest of my body, because honestly if this doesn't whip me into shape, nothing else will (except maybe Coach Steph. Maybe).

After that first workout, the instructor for that invited me and Nico to a half hour of more technical things, like how to jab and hook and some wierd punch and a front kick and side kick. The instructors (there were two different ones, the intense one and the technical one) were both really nice and helped me out. But what I really like about the class is that I really dont have to understand italian. I mean, Ive gotten better, but at the gym I dont really have to think about it, I can just watch the instructor.

And honestly, I think this will be an awesome bonding thing for me and Nico. So Im totally stoked.

I think were going around three times a week, so Ill be fit in no time!!!!! :]]]]]]

Yay!!

-s

I DO NOT NEED ANY MORE PEANUT BUTTER!!!

I appreciate everyone sending me care packages, but my family and I can only handle so much peanut butter! So please, no more!!! Plus, it costs so much, just for some peanut butter! Thanks again, but please! We are dying under a tower of pb. Thank you!

-s

22/10/09

I cant keep trying to think up titles, so Im going for dates right now. Its been 10 days from my last post, but not really anything has happened.

Oh! Shopero on friday! (I dunno if thats really how its spelled. Probably not, but thats not important). Basically a shopero is a strike and when there is a strike, for whatever reason, if its big enough, you dont go to school. And its awesome! So theres one tomorrow, so tomorrow is a day off from school! Which, if I was at home, would be a godsend (three day weekend!!!!), but since Im here and there is school on saturdays here, its just kind of an awkward event. Everyone's like, yessss!!!! Extra day off!!!!! and Im just like, get a three day weekend and Ill be happy. Crazy people.

Whoever thought of school on saturday is a sadist, because not only is it simply a wrong thing, its also very hard on the body. So you wake up on saturday (and for me its worse because god knows I do not get up at 7 on a saturday in America) at say, 7 for school. You go to school until around 1:50 or so. But at the end, when you go home, its not lunch and a nap and lazing around the house.

NO.

You have to get ready for that night because saturday is virtually the ONLY day of the week that anyone can go out and have fun. So there is no break. I get tired. But, Ill deal because its the only night for fun!

So anyways, shopero (Im positive thats wrong, but Im to lazy to fix it) tomorrow, completely excited, and then me, Lisa and Emily are trying to go to a disco this saturday called Charlies. Its different than the one I've been to, and from what I've heard, its way better. So Im pretty stoked.

Recently, Ive been having some slight issues regarding my cleanliness around the house, but that has been resolved and I am completely turning OCD in my time over here. Im not even kidding. It kind of drives me crazy, but the chapter president, Andrea, said that all italian families are like that and that I basically need to deal with it.

So I am :]]

Its bedtime now, so Ill post more another time.

Always with love,

-s

i could kill

my brother.

its like hes 10.

at some point, im going to explode.

-s

1 month, 1 day and counting

And so, because I am a horrible daughter/person, I have made everyone wait for two WHOLE weeks without word from my undoubtedly thrilling blog, for which I apologize. (And mom and dad, sorry bout the whole skype mixup, lets get one in this week.)

So, the week before last week.

I cant really remember too much (while in Italy, I've noticed that my memory has slowly been disappearing. Possibly because I'm learning oh SO much italian that everything else cant fit into my brain ;] )

What I do remember very well is that I had a camp with Intercultura (which is why I didnt post that week). Basically, they had this bus that drove up to the top of Sardegna, picking up various groups of students from their cities. Of course, Cagliari is at the OPPOSITE end of where we were headed, so my group had a fun 6-7 hour bus ride. God loved me that day.

But, anyways, the camp was okay. Well, it actually sucked for a bit but there was this salsa group that was staying at the same hotel with us and they were having salsa parties in the dance room, which totally made everything SO much better!!

The camp was mainly for talking to various Intercultura volunteers about our family life and how things were and such. I got to talk to Andrea, whose the president of the Cagliari chapter, and that was actually a lot more fun (and a ton less awkward) than I thought it would be.

So, that was the first Intercultura camp of this year. I think theres around four. But i dunno.

Not much else has happened. I havent gone anywhere or done anything special.

My italian is still sucky. [Mom, please dont send me an email saying that it will stay sucky until I sit down and learn it, because I know you want to.] Everyone has been telling me that, so you don't have to worry about it. Its actually really starting to piss me off. I know its awful, and Im sorry, but right now theres really not much I can do about it. So suck it.

And excuse me, their english is HORRIBLE. [Once again, mom, I know exactly what you are going to say. So dont say it. That goes for the rest of you.]

School is still school. I still dont know whats going on--except for math. Im rocking math class. I still am tired in the mornings. Which, reminds me. Apparently, one of my teachers told Ignazio [my father] that I was asleep in class and that I dont pay attention.

EXCUSE ME.

That was one time, by accident, for all of two seconds. And please. The people that speak italian dont pay attention. Sorry if my mind wanders while I automatically tune out words I dont understand. [Thats started to happen more and more often. I cant really help it. Its like a buzz that is constantly there, so eventually it just goes away.] I know Ill have to work on that.

But I was annoyed that Ignazio and all were on my back so much about it. I mean, its only the second month, right?

Its hard for me to handle. Right now, I dont seem to be doing much right, but I guess I can only try to improve.

....So Im starting kickboxing, which Im excited about. The only problem is that it starts in December. Not cool.

I really have no idea why it starts so late. I just know that I want to start now.

And thats about it. Let me know how everything is over there.
Love always
-s