Sundae

choice words is what i have for some people. Choice words.

one saying would be the one made famous by my father "sounds like a personal problem"

another would be from my best friend Christine " you're a freaking idiot."

the last would be my mother and my theory on life "life sucks then you die"

now all these are not always true and only apply in extreme circumstances. amazingly Ive experienced all three in the past two days. Shocking!

Church was fantastic today. I met this presh missionary with 6 months left from south bend indiana! He was like "michigan is my back yard!" and I said, "no way, south bend is my back yard!" we were pumped to meet eachother...then he started indulging his family troubles and i stopped him there and kindly exited the scene...do i look like the kind of person one would indulge their lifes problems too? apparently I do because i sure do know a lot about people... I really dont mind i quite like people letting me help with problems, it just makes me chuckle that i seem like that kind of person. Neat.

There is an old man in our complex that shoos the pigeons off his window every day and they fly in all different directions away from his evil hand. The people across the way watch movies every night and their windows flash black and white for hours. There is a teenage guy that lives right above us and he and his friends watch us and attempt to talk to us. They were invited over one night by one brave girl in our apartment...i made sure that they never would come over again...they made their intentions pretty dang clear and Id have none of that. A family on the other side of the complex has a little baby that sometimes screams bloody murder right before it falls asleep and i have to wonder if they torture the poor thing...but then the rest of the day its silent so i think it's just baby blues. A resident way above us has a piano that he plays that fills up the whole quad with the most gorgeous sounds ever. It's like a sunday concert for our apartments only. Sometimes the pigeons scrounge for food on our deck and heather freaks out and scares them off with the chairs...she is afraid of birds.An nine year old boy gave a talk in church today, thats how few members are in the ward here. He was the bishops son. we ran out of toilet paper yesterday and contemplated using the beday...then we decided that paper towels would suffice. I wrote 6 pages of homework today. ahhh proud.

haha i just read some of that and i sound a little bitter, im not. Im really happy actually! i could live here always! just without some of the people..im really not a girl person. But dang do i love Italy. the people are more genuine and personable and loving and im learning a lot from them. Ok i just felt like i needed to write quick to get it all out of me and remember my little neighborhood. peace love ciao