I've been abroad for about 10 days now. I haven't talked to anybody back in the United States since I was in London, except a few words here and there on AIM. I have no idea whats going on. Well okay, I did email my parents to tell them that Rome is cold but other than that, I've detached myself. I don't know what that means yet. And I don't mean to sound superior to others (although, I suppose, I often think that I am, unfortunately) I've heard people talk about how they feel homesick and I've seen it in some cases. But when I was at LAX I wasn't particularly sad about leaving home for 4 months. And now that I'm here, I keep thinking there will be a general time when I, and others, will start feeling that longing for home, but I can't say that I have, at all. I'm glad that I am able to adjust and I'm not attached to anybody or thing back home but in the same notion, its sad that I am so disconected that I am able to leave everything behind without any emotional attachment.

At any rate, Rome is fun. Went to Campo di Fiore by night, which is really just a big area with a lot of bars and American people. I've seen many of the historical sites and photographed some, but I've also begun to just take them for granted as I think many Romans do. Its awesome that they're like right next door to my apartment and for that reason they become easily absorbed into daily life and don't stand out as something that represents the course of human history. Maybe when my historical classes start I'll have a better understanding for these great monuments. First test tomorrow. Mi piace studiare Italiano.

Vasco Rossi - Un Senso My favorite Italian song, ever.

Hey hey! My first and probably last post from London. One week ago I was just lounging around my house and now I won't be home for four months. All through the last quarter at school and into the winter break while I was working I was so totally excited about going abroad, but then the week of my impending departure, I was very not excited at all about it. Then I didn't pack till the last moment, true to form.

The plane ride was very cramped but pleasant surprises at every turn. I'd never been on a plane with personal televisions so I got to watch The Forgotten, an episode of the Simpsons and an episode of Friends and most of the movie Confidence. I didn't sleep much and when we got the London the next morning I wasn't much tired either. We just wandered around the neighborhood near Paddington Station and now I've become a London pro, at least for this area. Today was fun, we took a bus tour and wandered and tried to see everything in one day.

London is very confusing. These darned "look right" instead of looking left when crossing the street still throws me off. And the shops closed at 7pm on a Tuesday. So all of that was very boring but I still can't get enough of people's accents. They're quite delightful. I even had somebody say "Cheerio." Hilarious! I ought to stick to stereotypes to and use the word "dude" as often as possible, being from California and all. Anyways, this keyboard pisses me off, cheers from London.