Meaningless

I'm out of practice eating hot food. This is a real problem. I made stir fry again since I had a bunch of random stuff I needed to eat before leaving tomorrow. I threw in a few of these chilies that Adrianna sent me, and I don't know if it's because I cooked them a lot or what, but this is super hot. Making me sweat and everything. It's grand though. Masochism.

I also had limes that I felt were on the verge of death, but I didn't know what to do with them. I made some limeade kind of. I squeezed them and dumped in some sugar. It's pretty good. Reminds me of Alex.

I realized that I don't know what Modernism is today. Actually, I realized that I really haven't retained much from my classes this term. Or maybe I was just really seriously inarticulate today. This has to change. When I get back I'm going to start caring again. It would be great if you could just decide to care about things like that.

Packing needs to be done still. I don't know, I'm sure I'll just throw a bunch of shirts and socks and chonies in Paco and call it good. I wasn't sure if I wanted to bring my laptop with me. But I do. Of course I do. There is for sure going to be something to complain about, and not having my laptop is like asking for loneliness and inner anger. Melodramatic...I'm just feeling like it may have been a mistake to rush into this trip with people I don't know. But it's Rome. I'm not going to let crazy people ruin Rome. I don't know if they could anyway.