Come Ilvy...!

this is for Ali* and Jimbo

do you remember it guys? i sang it when we did the crazy fire up the hill near ALi's house in Gala.

that night all the guys came to Ali's house and it was really really fun because we got the land rover (it had no lights, no seats, nothing just a trailer with some wood for the fire and a crazy scottish guy on it, about to fall down any moment but still with a beer in his hand, that's class!)

We climbed the hill with the land rover screaming like fools! yahooooooo!

and then tonnes of beer and kazoo and guitar around the fire and songs and laughs

'twas nice, really nice 

i remember MOoch beside me, and i remember that the sky was covered by clouds but sometimes you could see some stars shining through the grey of them...

I remember Cat and David and i remember that they were kissing sitting near me and i remember MOoch taking pics of me and him together and the tennents in tins we were drinking and all the words that i couldn't understand, and i remember the song of the lady dressed in thousands of colours

here's my lady dressed in blue

i promise that i'll love you passionately with my kazoo

.....

bye bye my friends

silvia now's gonna sleep, Silvia is tired. too much studying and too many memories in her little head all together screaming and yelling and making noises dash of waves

ciaaao 

today it's a shitty day, a very shitty day

in a "noumenical" way...i mean (i love Kant, Kant is the boss....not as boss as jesus but a boss by the way)

it's raining, it's fuckin' cold, i'll stay all day long alone because Ali* can't drive from Gala (moto and rain don't get along so well...), I didn' t find any place in a bloody scottish university, i have to study for my exam for the Italian Psychologists Association but my brain is somewhere I don't know where, my english is in a death-bringing stasis (I hate plateaus in learning...), in 3 weeks i'll be back in my awful italian town...

BUT

Fenomenically speakin' ...GODDAM RIGHT IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY. I don't know why but it is.

Thanks to the Eels!

If you want to listen to it just go to IL DIARIO DI ILVY and to GODDAM RIGHT post.

 life is wonderful...oh yeah!

here it is my (crap) english, no sorry, scottish, version of my blog!

i promised that i would have done it...and i always keep my promises.

It's funny though writing in english personal stuff and above all talking about emotions and fellings in a language that is not yours.

But i'll master it one day, I know. It's my personal challenge. And I have to say that I improved during these three months thanks to Ali and Sebastian and Jimbo and all their friends. Beh, i didn't learn posh english...ehehe, just scottish, a lot of bad words and bad habits like saying "jesus" all the times!

Today it's raining in Edinburgh and that's crap. First because most likely it's raining in Galashiels and (eheh, I'm sorry man) Ali cannot ride his new motorbike, second because I don't know what to do and I'm starting to talk loudly to myself , ehehehe. it's funny though, I cannot help talking, even when i'm alone.

But I have to say that it's good staying alone for a while. You can think (oh jesus, as if I have never thought enough...), you can study and read (as if I have never studied and read), you can have a rest, a mental rest i mean. And that's brand new for Silvia!

Good good.

So yesterday I went to the park and I studied my book of general Psychology, then I thought about my future, then I ate somthing because thinking made me very very very tired, and then  I thought again and i ended up thinking (again) that I don't have to think. Oh yes, i just want to live, that's it. live and live and live, and breathe.

Yes, breathe.

I haven't breathed like that, so deeply, so calmly, for ages.

Breathe breath breathe, in and out, in and out.

And then 1 hour of yoga.

Cool

chill out

toast with mango chutney, movie on tv "love actually" (it's so clever and so true)

and....

no fuckin' way, jesus!

thommy's back (my flatmate)

I thought she was in Greece. But it's not like that. She'll be leavin' this saturday.

It doesn't matter. Maybe it's better so i can start workin' and stop thinking. AHAHAHA.

But i have to add that i'll work just 8 hours per week...just to earn 50 quid per week for the rent. I need some rest. I have't had any rest for 2 years. No holiday. Just study and working till late. For my first class. And just because i needed a discount off the uni's fee. Ali you're lucky ehehe you got a motorbike for your first...for mine I got a fee reduction.

EHEHEHE! that's funny though!

that's why I don't want to work now! eheheh I just want to enjoy my last month in Scotland

(but I'm sure I'll be back, dear Sebastian, I promised to you!).

Last year my holidays consisted in 2 weeks in Sardinia sleeping on the sand, oh sorry, i mean trying to sleep on the sand, near the beach, so fuckin' freezing, all dressed up with the bikini under my clothes...then waking up all dressed and sweated with people around us staring at us like we were fuckin' homeless....eheheh, then eating just an ice cream to not spend too much money, then burning myself with the sun (we stayed on the beach from 6 am till 8 pm), then washing myself with a hoose and then dancing till 6 am and then beach again....

it was very funny,(I love not having a proper house when I travel, and i like living on the street, i don't know why but i don't like renting house or going in hotel, i  love tenst, camping and living with nothing in my pocket!) but 'twas also tiring...and not a good idea as after these 2 intense weeks I had to finish my case study for the graduation! then I graduated and started working for the evil empire (marketing research) and then I came here and I worked again in a farm for three months.

and now....

I really need a rest, my back is so sour!

My sense of duty is awful....i'm trying to find excuses for not working now...i'm not used to not do anything...eheheh

but life's too short to not be lived as best and deeply as you can

you live you learn

see ya