Ciao.

Buon giorno a tutti.

Mi sono svegliata a le undici. Adesso, c'e il mezzogiorno. Questo ho fatto nell'una ora? NIENTE. Ho letto il mio email, ho fatto qualche cose sul Hattrick... Ma niente importante.

Devo, veramente, cominciare a studiare l'italiano, perché oggi, ho un test d'italiano alle quattro e quindici.

Ho studiato un po' gia, ma devo sappere il presente, l'imperfetto e il passato prossimo. Anche, maschile e femminile, singolare e plurale, i numeri...

No ho pensato che ho imparato tanti di cosi, perché abbiamo gia imparato tutti l'anno scorso, ma ho molti cosi che ho dimenticato.

Spero che sta "post" non è troppo cattiva, e che non ha troppo d'errori.

Ciao, e a presto!

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Good day to all.

I woke up at 11. Now, it's noon. What have I done in an hour? NOTHING. I read my email, did a couple things on Hattrick... But nothing important.

I must, really, start studying Italian, because today, I have a test at 4:15.

I've already studied some, but I have to know the present, the imperfect, and the past. Also, masculine and feminine, singular and plural, numbers...

I didn't think I'd learned that much, because we'd all already learned all this last year, but there are lots of things I'd forgotten.

Hope this post isn't too bad, and that it doesn't have too many errors.

Later!

Oh, dear Lord.

Did you know that there are over THIRTY irregular past participles in the passato prossimo in Italian?

THIRTY. Thirty PLUS.

Thankfully, I already know... ... wow, I know 20 of them pretty well from my prior classes. But still.

And the imperfect is okay, too.

But there's a ton of present-tense irregularities that just SUCK. To ascend, which is "salire", is crazy. It's salgo, sali, sale, saliamo, saliate, salgono. Where the hell does this G come from, and why is it only in the first person singular and third person plural?!

Grr. There are others that are just as mystifying, as well.

In other news... no, wait. There IS no other news, there is just my Italian test in TWO HOURS.

Okay, no, I lie. JB was over last night, we watched Commander in Chief, Weeds, Kitchen Confidential and How I Met Your Mother. Tomorrow, after Research Design, we're coming back here to watch Alias. And tonight, tonight is Lost and that makes me happy, because my mom is picking me up after my test and driving me home and I get to watch my Hattrick match (part of it, anyways) and then LOST and yay.

Right, so I'm aware that Italian and TV are my entire life right now. Sue me.

Back to studying some irregular verbs and wondering why the hell I took Italian in the first place.

PS: If my parents didn't speak halfway decent Italian and I hadn't been able to speak Italian with them during, oh, I don't know, EVERY SINGLE CONVERSATION I HAD with them this summer (it's funny, mom and I start out in Italian, degrade to French, end up in English and then say goodbye in French and Italian), then I would be SO MUCH MORE SCREWED for this class than I am now. As it is, I've used my Italian all summer, although not all that much (mostly first person and usually the present tense), but my parents corrected me on certain things all summer. I feel good about this, now. Hopefully the test will not blow away all my confidence.

Studio adesso! (I'm studying now!)

Italian, hockey, Hattrick and Lost!

Test went okay. I hate articles. I don't understand why there needs to be 397502 words for "the". But it still went okay.

Hockey. There is NHL hockey on my TV for the first time in over a year. It makes me very happy. But there are 82 matches in a season and only 22 episodes of Lost a season. Lost beats hockey. Well, first-run Lost, anyways.

Hattrick. I won my cup match by the skin of my nose and this means that next week, I get to play a friend of mine, I, whom I've met several times and is a very nice person. She's also sort of my boss when it comes to other things in the game, so that's just amusing. It's a seeded thing, so the best team left plays the worst team left, and we're both somewhere in the middle. It'll be fun!

And OMG, I just saw José Theodore in a Ford commercial. Long live French television, eh? DAMN, that boy is fine. <wipes drool from chin>

Lost in 13 minutes, now. Stay tuned at 10pm for my Lost reactions, and don't forget to check out flight815islost for Lost stuff, too. (I'll be making a post there later on, which will be more detailed than the one here.)

Ten minutes. Squee!

(I need to make an icon that incorporates Lost, hockey, Hattrick and Italian.)

Lost!

( Spoilers for 2x03 )