Let's talk. That both zero and inspiration here is a whole afternoon to stare at the screen without me being a shred of idea: writer's block declined in its blockade of the teacher. Colavo molasses in my previous post, and shortly after broke out between "esamigate" and I found myself partially spent preparing for exams at the end of semester and at odds with a fellow who apparently was responsible for my deadlines. Gentlemen of the jury, in my defense that I know came from a couple of weeks and they make me: not that we prepare for a moment the five tests (two tests each exam) have to do at the end of semester? I hope you will understand that I took a cuddly I refer to the clemency of the court. Well, whatever that stuff is over. And I won a acquistone forty yuan. Two books ordered from Amazon arrived today (I ordered them two days ago, heh heh). Then we come to rest. Life here is not bad. I changed my room this weekend, today I even put the Christmas decorations outside the door with tape stuck on the package of amazon, and I must say that, perhaps also because of the weekend with temperatures above average seemed to make a quantum leap not indifferent, it seems to me more to live in a basement at least. I could also change the light in the bathroom (which is a bit 'pale and depresses me) and make up a dispenser water would be moderately happy (okay, not exaggerate, let's say not sad). Then I came apart the hard drive, I brought the classroom to make me give the film by Giovanna, I plagiarized this tide of film in "minority languages" (not received mixture of Italian, French, German), then during the lesson of the third year in a crash, the backpack was flown to the ground ... reconnect after a while that was the hard disk inside, I still have lessons as if nothing had happened and then got home I discovered the crime. My hard disk ciccio bought shortly before returning to Jinan in Italy already has forsaken me. Tristesse.
However it really exhausting this room is that the connection has shreds of semblance of normality during the morning (like I put the alarm clock at seven, I open the pc, then fell into a trance) and from noon on a kind of slow death. What kind msn I can not even keep open. Studies are not supported by scientific evidence theorize that after midnight you can also enjoy a service that best suits my needs nerdose, but at midnight I was already half an hour I hold my eyelids open with some stick, so maybe not. at least for now. then maybe in the holidays so again.
small corner with the sentimental story of the teacher of Portuguese. A Frenchman transplanted to Portugal. He told us how his father had met his mother in Portugal. And then during the Salazar regime (this name I do not I had never heard, because they are ignorant of 1 to 10?) she left Portugal. And it goes in France, and arrived in France believe that the man who tried in one way or another would find it. It tells us: my mom was so naive contacts who have not thought it would be enough to go to France to find it. And she went running from Portugal to Spain and arrived in France. In southern France, where he found work, while his father lived in the north of the links. Well, as my colleague there is obviously this story has a happy ending, through joint Portuguese friends, it seems. Here, you know, I do not want to ruin the romantic corner, but I'm arivenuto for the umpteenth time in China, then you who are listening, stopped up your ears and do not be an asshole. here.
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