I still think Berlusconi should die. Possibly in a very painful way. You know, in England they write things in a big black font on packs of cigarettes to prevent people from smoking. One of these warnings says "If you keep smoking, you're going to have a long and painful death". Well, that's what I want for that stupid stupid stupid man. It's exactly what he deserves, for showing the world again how stupid Italians are. Pff.
The weather here is crap. Cold and rainy. It's better than extremely hot weather, but still... Can I have something that is in the middle? I am going to Turin in two days anyway, where I am going to literally melt on the asphalt.
I've got a friggin' bump on my forehead. It's a spot, but it looks more like... A bump. Disgusting.
Nobody noticed the other post, so I'll ask again: I'd like to get dreads next year, in blond and pink, like these ones, what do you think? Would it be too much? I'll have to do a survey with all my friends. My parents don't look too keen, but oh well. They're parents, they're bound to be deceived.
It's so frustrating to know that London is only 3 hours away, and I can't be there. And they're going out to the Fridge tonight! My favourite club! Crap. I just want these two months to go as fast as possible. :)
I've been listening to Rise & fall by Craig David & Sting a lot lately. I love the song. And Sting reminds me a bit of that last guy I met in London, Matt. Mmh. It's weird, I'm thinking about guys in this really distant way... Like, I don't really care right now. I'm fine even though I'm alone. Maybe I'm just preparing to be twice as stressed about it when I get back to London. *lol* I'm such a weirdo. But there's thing one guy I'm thinking about, and I wasn't expecting too. Even though I don't know him that well, who knows what could happen... This is all your fault, you two! Trying to set me up! *lol*