26 February 2003 - 9:34 p.m.

Oh. My. God.

You are an Italian.

What's your Inner European?
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It should be known that when I took this quiz on Monday, the image was not working, and I kind of dissed it. Anyone who's had any experience with Quizilla can hardly expect to get a picture of Giulietta Masina for her diary! When Ms. V told me what was up, I was sure she was fucking with me, especially after I'd teared up something fierce watching what I think must have been the most photogenic face in the history of Italy at the end of Le Notti Di Cabiria in class today. When Are said you could tell a lot about yourself by how you reacted to poor Giulietta's little nod at the camera, I realized I probably just had some overactive damn tearducts.

Evening classes were cancelled tonight, which was not as rad as one might think, considering that it will be midsemester by the time we've workshopped any of my crap.

Oh, well. At least it meant a nice, long bonding dinner for me and various other assholes at the Grille, which is ugly inside and out, but not bad food/drinkwise. You can't get an amaretto sour for $2.50 in Bradley Hall. Or an entree made up of four or six side dishes, for that matter.

What I'm wearing: Floral button-down tied to reveal the ever-bulging midriff, checked-ish trousers

What I'm reading: the Nino Rota in my head

What I'm doing after this: probably taking a shower