il undici di ottobre

Ciao!
I really should be reading the article that was assigned for museologia. It's four pages long. And yeah, we were given two weeks to read it...just like, HC. Right, Babbo? :)
But I figure I'll be up pretty late tonight because I feel like it's Christmas Eve! Jenna and I are going to London tomorrow to meet up with Audrey and Christine. I think most people reading this recognize those names...but in case you don't, Audrey and Christine are two of my best friends at Holy Cross. Audrey is studying abroad in Gallway this year and Christine has come to visit for fall break! I absolutely cannot wait. I know we're going to have an absolute blast. Therefore, I have that weird giddy feeling in my stomach and I doubt I'll be able to sleep. We leave late tomorrow night from Pisa--stupid Pisa--and we're there until Friday night. Everyone at school is super excited that we're missing class. Wait, that's not true. Not at all.
Anyways, on Thursday night at "Lion's Fountain" the ridiculous Irish pub full of American students that we go to I met this SERIOUSLY Italian guy named Vito. (As if I had to include that he was seriously Italian before I said he name was VITO.) I'm not kidding. Dude wears a leather jacket at all times, always has a cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth, button down shirt--unbuttoned too much so you can't miss his chest hair, too tight of jeans, strange European shoes, the works. This is a picture of me imitating the face he makes--in my really classy H&M leather jacket. But he was really nice, and only really spoke Italian so we hung out. Exchanged phone numbers because I'm a stupid American girl. The usual. Then on Saturday afternoon Vito texted me asking if I "want to take a coffee, or no?" I responded saying that I was in the center with my friends, but if they can come I'd love to. He texts back "How you want." Essentially this should be a humbling experience, because I'm sure my Italian is even more outrageous than his English...but it doesn't make it any less amusing. So we got coffee, it was sort of awkward because we could tell he wanted to be on a date...too bad. But here's the real gem: yesterday evening, after not talking to Vito since coffee ended he sends me this message that says--if you can't read it: "Hi blob -) what you do? I don't feel better ho il raffreddore -( poverino! Later do you come to say me hello. after dinner?"
Yep. Kid's hilarious. And we've concluded that this -) is supposed to be this :). Later on he confused the words "hungry" and "tired".
So Vito was our main source of amusement today. I also snapped a picture of Chica! Because she came into my room this evening to hang out. Is she or is she not a full blown POLAR BEAR?! I love her, and I still love my living situation! Francesco still wears the same black track suit with orange racing stripes to dinner every night (I've also noticed that he's missing half of his left front tooth--unimportant). He recommended some discotecs that I need to go to in London. Totally normal. The Rizzis are wonderful, and I'm sure will continue to provide me with endless material for this blog.
Can't think of much more for now. I'll be sure to share lots of pictures of Londra :)
Mi mancate, e vi voglio bene!