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in a land before time…… #ticino #noWIFI

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Buongiorno peeps!

 

I mentioned briefly in my last post that I am currently staying in the Italian part of Switzerland with a friend, AND IT IS FABULOUS!

I won’t go into the discussion about whether or not it should be considered part of “Switzerland” or Italy (it’s Italy), but basically, the only thing missing here to be happy is wifi.

And then again, it gives us a reason to leave the house and actually enjoy the world.

#mastersofnature #beargrylls Appreciating the ways of our ancestors.

There actually isn’t even a Starbucks here. This simply proves that the Italians are preserving their true culture!

Also, that Starbucks isn’t as close to world domination as we thought.

Also, another way this trip has brought me back down to reality, is by showing me the effects of my three-year Italian class.

The one sentence I’ve memorized by now: Come si usa il wifi? Haha like I need to translate that.

I’m not complaining about anything though, as my tan (sunburn) is coming along quite nicely.

 

 

Cheers,

Penny

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Finding the Loophole – For Irresponsible Under-18s

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Hi fellow Internetpeople,

 

So it my friend had her 18th birthday, and she was to throw a party.

Now, living in a country where the legal drinking age is 18, I felt obligated to make sure she was provided the proper material. My present to her would have to include some of the strong stuff.

before the 18th birthday

 

The only slight problem was… I am still 17.

This was going to be a delicate matter.

Along with another friend – for “moral” support, if you can call it that in this situation – who is 16, I showed up at the grocery store, where I knew I could buy a shot (which could easily be concealed from judgmental stares).

At first, we sneaked suspiciously around the alcohol section for a bit, trying to find the ideal gift. To our dismay, however, the little one-person-bottles were placed behind the counter, meaning that there was only one way to go about the situation:

Looking as casual and uncaring as seemed humanly possible while my heart raced and my legs wobbled, my friend and I slid up to the counter, glanced nonchalantly at the cashier, and I asked:

“Um…excuse me please…we would like to uh…buy, well, you see, um, a shot, actually, so yeah…”

So articulate.

Oh look, that’s me!

 

The cashier shot me a look so critical I thought I was going to burst into flames.

I tried not to sweat.

“What, um…would you, hehe, suggest?” my friend added, to further improve our credibility.

I suppose the guy didn’t want to embarrass us right away, so he sighed and pulled out a couple brands.

My friend and I stared at them, utterly clueless. One of them was a couple bucks cheaper than the other, so I was tempted to go for that.

“Ah, a fine choice”, the young-ish cashier sneered, “if you’re sixty. Seriously, only old people drink this. It’s gross.”

So, my face burning with shame, I pointed at the other bottle – a plain old vodka I had sampled on occasion – and croaked that I wanted to buy that one.

“Ok, can I see your ID?”

ahh, me again…

 

I suppressed a gulp, and began searching for my wallet. My friend and I shot panicked looks at each other. I was no way going to get away with this! What should I do? Cover my age with my thumb?!

Sadly, I’ll never know if I’d have gotten away with it, however, because I totally chickened out and blurted:

“How precisely are you gonna check?!”

This is exactly the look we were given.

 

Needless to say, we had no choice but to spend the next five minutes pestering 20-ish looking people to help us, until finally, a girl agreed. I was so grateful I tipped her two bucks (making it nearly 10 altogether).

I’m writing this article so that BirthdayGirl can appreciate what I went through for her :P

 

Cheers,

Penny

I Need To Be Stressed

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Hi fellow Internetpeople,

Now I’m sure we all know that feeling of boredom and abyss that crops up towards the end of, say, summer vacation. You’ve enjoyed your rest, and now you wanna do things and see people again, thank you very much.

I realize it’s a little out, but here’s a Ryan Gosling meme anyway.

 

So, do you believe me when I say that I, the absolute queen of procrastination, get this feeling all. The. Time.

Yep, whenever I have even a day of legit free time, it irritates me to the point where I fall into a state of total vegetation, literally just lying around, binge-watching Friends or the like. Recently, I spent an entire day watching every single one of Dan’s videos on YouTube. And this horrifying truth only hit me the next day, when I realized I had to leave the house for orchestra rehearsal.

You’d think that I would do things to prevent this from happening. Well, I do. I absolutely do. I am involved in no less than eight regular activities, I sign up for every thing I have even the slightest interest in, no joke, because I know that as soon as I get home, the evil void of pajamas and wonderful comfort will swallow me. I even study in the city library because at home, yeah no.

Honestly, I can’t really figure out what causes this behavior. Perhaps I am so lazy that I have to force the world to motivate me? In any case, I am so easily bored that I have a constant urge to overwhelm myself. Nice, Penny.

Actually though, I’m not even sorry. I very much enjoy my vicious cycle of obligations and procrastination. It gives me this immensely satisfying feeling of pro-activeness, independence, and survival. So join me, peeps!

I was actually looking for an ecard to describe my situation, but there weren’t any…so please please please leave comments and tell me how you feel about this! :)

 

 

Cheers,

Penny