Il mio venerdi.

Mi sono svegliata a l'una, ho ascoltato il TV tutti il giorno. Sono andata a il video store perché avevo un film (Closer) a ritornare alle sette.

Non ho troppo fatto stasera, e adesso, ascolto il RAI radio uno, perché non voglio guardare il CNN. (Ho troppo guardato il CNN oggi.)

Ma faccio le statistiche mentre ascolto il RAI.

Non desidero dormire, perché sono spaventato il papa morirò mentre dormo.

My Friday. I woke up at one, have listened to TV all day. I went to the video store because I had a film (Closer) to return before seven. I haven't done a lot this evening, and now I'm listening to RAI radio 1 (Italian station out of ... well, Italy. RAI = Italian version of Canada's CBC or England's BBC), because I don't want to watch CNN. (I've watched too much CNN today.) I'm doing stats while listening to RAI. I don't want to sleep because I'm scared the pope will die while I sleep.

Meh. I'm liking listening to the Italian, and it keeps me up to date on the pope (I think I could figure out "The pope is dead".) but I think I'm going to take a break and have a shower. (Randomly, they call him Giovanni Paulo il Secondo in Italian. I think that's cute.) And I think I might go to church (my old Catholic parish) on Sunday. I feel the urge to pray in a Catholic presence for the pope.

I know, I'm just so thrilling lately.

Randomly, I wanted to go out to a movie or for coffee earlier tonight and I thought about the people I could call -- C, M, my brother, JK, TM -- and decided that I only really wanted to go out and hang with one person -- JB. And did I call her and ask if she wanted to go do something? No. Why? Because I don't want her to think I'm obsessing. (Even though I clearly am.)

Blah, I am totally PMSing.

Ciao, il papa.

"I am happy and you should be as well. Let us pray together with joy." -- Pope John Paul II ( http://www.nypost.com/news/worldnews/43718.htm )

Thoughts on a Rainy Day

My father's going to France tomorrow for like, a week or two or something ridiculous like that, so my folks and I are going to dinner in a half an hour or so.

It's dark, it's rainy and I am wholly not in the mood to go, but hey, good meal and I get to see my dad before he goes off on business.

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God willing (haha, that's funny), I will make it to church tomorrow. They've changed the time of my old church's services, so it's not at 9:30 or 11, but at 10:30 in the morning. In light of Pope John Paul II's death, I have this desire to be surrounded by other Catholics and pray for him.

Cardinal Archbishop Jean-Claude Turcotte is headed to Rome to join the conclave of the College of Cardinals, which I think is kinda cool. Interestingly, I think he once celebrated Mass at my little parish, if memory serves.

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I have been thinking virtually nonstop for over a week, now, about all kinds of things, but mainly about relationships and people.

For instance, there's C, who's been spending a lot of time with her psycho ex. And there's others. All around me, it's like people are having various new beginnings either with people they already know or people they've just met. Spring is a terrible force to reckon with. I'm feeling the pull of the mating season, too. I mean, there is the matter of JB and her dazzling smile, to which I am emphatically not immune.

There isn't much of a problem with all of this, except when it comes to my opinion. I feel like so many people I care about are getting themselves into troublesome situations where their hearts may be smashed into itty bitty pieces.

Something I've realized about growing up is that we have to accept the choices the people we love are making, even if we don't agree with them. Unfortunately, we cannot control everyone around us the way we'd like. So what I do is state my opinion once, and never (okay, almost never) again if I'm not asked for it. And I hope that they know what they're doing, and let them know that I'll be there for them if their choices work out or not.

The difference between being a bitch and a friend is knowing when to keep your mouth shut, knowing when to offer a hug and knowing when to threaten bodily harm.

There's your little nugget of wisdom for the day.