A.S. ROMA

Oftentimes when I post, im overly concerned with my prose, and thus I forget about what im actually attempting to communicate. Hmm?

I?ll keep this update scanty?because no one really revels in lengthy posts, besides the author (let?s be honest folks).

So?i arrived in dc a week earlier than the rest of the hoi polloi because student government had a retreat (yes, im on student government?appointed as the school of philosophy rep). My mom stayed with me for the week (there was a brief excursion to boston so she could retrieve some documents for an irish passport), and nancy joined us later. I was a little peeved (to say the least)?because they slept in my room. Sister on the air mattress, and my mother and i on the twin bed. The only reason we were able to endure this was entirely contingent upon our impoverished, irish genes. So?we were all a bit testy by the end of the week.

Anyway?oh?shoot. i?ve just realized it?s impossible for me to really convey the context of my strife. Ha. That?s life. But, I will say?life is awfully complex when most of your friends are guys. So dysfunctional?and I know it. I could probably attribute this to a less-than-grand relationship with my padre.

Other than that?school stinks. im in a grad level latin course and im going to DIE.

i miss you all--but in a healthy, detached sort of way.