So, some dude in Italy was polite enough to teach me some things in Italian. And he knows a guy that teaches lessons in speaking Italian. Here's what I've learned, combining my English/Italian dictionary, the guy's help, and the class I took in speaking Italian, depicted below:

Attualmente a Venezia, il mio amico massimo ed io hanno deciso di andare ad alcuni dei ristoranti italiani intorno alla città. Ora siamo usati per viaggiare in barca e che non pensiamo che cambiamo il nostro trasporto in qualunque momento presto.

Naturalmente, ci sono alcuni posti in cui la corsa dal mestiere di acqua è impossibile, così massimo ed io devono camminare quando possiamo più non nuotare. Non lo importuna, io gode di di camminare. C'è ne di questo ha significato voi?

Ugh. I can't speak Italian for very long, god, I really need to take lessons when I get back home...

So, I'm here in Venice. Yes, that's in Italy, if you somehow overlooked that fact. And yes, I did just make a terrible reference to the ironic shape of Italy's landscape on a map. Thanks for noticing.

Max and I are sharing a room for the first time since boot camp, when we shared the same bunk, with Leif unfortunately on the top, leaving little to no room for him to breathe.

Bryce (R3c0Nzi13) IM'ed me just now. Looks like he'll be emailing me bits and pieces of the Minerva story he, Salem (SalemWaribara) , and I are working on. That's all well and good.

I've been meandering around Venice for a little while. I managed to hook me a boat ride. The guy running the boat really likes to talk. But I can't understand what he's saying. Out of all the languages I neglected to learn, it just HAD to be Italian.

Brilliance, Jason. Brilliance.

On the upside, the fact that I can't understand anybody here makes it more fun for me to watch people get into arguments, because I don't know what they're saying, so I don't have a reason to be pissed off that they're probably fighting over nothing.

While I did manage to find a couple people who could speak English, and some really well, most of the people I try to talk to give me this look of "WTF?"

My uncle said he spoke in Spanish, and people could understand him. Maybe I should try that?

O, debo apenas ahora dar quizá para arriba mientras que tengo la ocasión. ¿Yo no sabe, usted piensa a gente italiana podría entender lo que estoy diciendo?

Because I really hope so.

On the plane to Italy. I feel like I'm ready to go to sleep, but not quite, so until I am ready to sleep, I'm going to post random as hell paragraphs regarding nothing special in particular.

So, how's it going where anybody lives? I hear in Montana, when it gets cold enough, a pot of boiled water will turn to freakin' snow dust. I know a kid who lives in Montana (Typical me, I know a lot of people anymore...) who used to stand out in the snow in his summer clothes with a frozen bottle of ketchup. He's kinda' weird. He dips everything in ketchup, and I know for a fact that he's been through psychotherapy at least ten times.

My book got all wet because some jack off spilled his soda on me in the airport! That son of a bitch... he nearly made me miss my plane, I had to change clothes real quick in the bathroom, and I noticed my plane had been called a couple minutes ago. So I was running to the gates, and security kept yelling at me to slow down, I tripped over some old lady with a whole tray of heartburn mixed with nausea and wilted liver, I believe they call that Chili Verde with Tacos and Spicy Chicken Burritos in some states, and when I finally got to the plane, my seat was taken by some idiot punk rapper whatever who was talking smack at the flight attendant. So, I got the seat right behind him, directly next to none other than, of all people, Max. His family was also shipping out to Italy.

So, apparently, it's going to be a bit rainy in Italy. Or that's what Max said. But I don't trust Max anymore, he confuses me too damn much. Rainy in Italy? Right, just like it was snowing in Alaska? Get real...

Oh wait, it's almost always snowing in Alaska...

Whoops.

Leif won't stop emailing me about how his girlfriend, Mary, is always complaining about this that and the othe-

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Sorry, dozed off there.

Packing for Italy, one more day till trip.

Checklist:

- webcam (but I probably won't use it)
- binoculars (Screw paying those tourist telescopes!)
- deodorant (don't want any Italian people going "Mamma Mia!" at my terrible B.O.)
- hairbrush (Why? I don't BRUSH my hair!)
- my Walkman (I like music, I like listening to music, AND I LIKE MUSIC THAT I CAN UNDERSTAND, DAMN IT!)

(Course, that's not to say Italian music is bad...)

- a book of 101 reasons to ask questions (Example: Did I throw the PIN or the GRENADE?)
- a book about the many ways to effectively use duct tape (Yep. The Duct Tape Book. I get THAT BORED.)
- a map of restaurants in Italy, generated by Google Maps (I hear they make some awesome food there...)
- A book about Chinese Kanji- (Wait a fuckin' minute, I'M GOING TO ITALY!)
- A history book of famous Italian people from old times (Ooh! Galileo Galilei is in this book?!)
- Shitloads of cash to put in my wallet (*Rolls eyes*)
- A portable T.V. so I have more than three channels

Right then, that should do it. Now I have to remember to wake up especially early tomorrow to catch my plane. (Oh dear god, waking up early...)

Packing for Italy, two days till I have to be on my plane.

Checklist:

- Toothbrush
- Some books so I won't get bored
- my cell phone so I can talk over the internet (ha ha ha! I'll piss you off from overseas!)
- a bunch of cell phone batteries, in case the one in my phone right now dies
- charger
- map of Italy so I won't get fuckin' lost
- helmet (SEGWAY SAFETY?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!)
- Mah gluuuuuvz. (For when I need mah gluuuuuuvz.) (By the way, that's GLOVES.)
- Ye Olde Italian/English Dictionary for idiots who never learned Italian (like me.)
- A cross, in case I eat something and get food poisoning. Being faithful comes in very handy then.
- My wallet (Where'd I put that fucker down...?)
- My doodle book, so I can doodle pictures of Italian flags and whatnot.
- My NOTEbook, so I can keep an active journal on the many things I learned about Italy.
- Alright, MAYBE I'll bring my gameboy, all you people who say it'd pass the time better than reading.
- My little packet of paper entitled: "1000 Ways Your Trip Can Go Wrong, Made Funny!"
- Clothes. Need them. Always. Italians don't take too kindly to streakers.

So, didja' hear the one about the guy who threw his shoes at Bush?

Didja' hear they're letting the guy out?

Didja' hear he's being welcomed back to the media with open arms?

Didja' know I was cheering for him?

Did anybody wonder how Bush could be so good at dodging shoes, but not at running a country?

Anyhow, that's all for another time.

What I came on to say was that I'm probably not going to be on Newgrounds for a while after today, since I'm gonna' be traveling (again) to Italy. Maybe I'll get to ride a Segway! Oh, the pointless joy of riding around on a two-wheel scooter!*

Oh yeah, and I'm not bringing my laptop this time, since I have no reason to at the present time.

Yeah... No news for you.

Bummer, bro.

Anyhow, back to freaking out over the pointless joy of riding a segway!

I really should be getting to bed earlier, but I just can't seem to get myself to comply with myself. If you understand what I mean by that, good. If not, well, don't linger too long, your brain might pop a blood vessel.

Well, things are progressing as usual, and somehow or another, Zyrios sent his sister to Madagascar. He's fucked when she gets back.

Can't think of much else at the moment, so...

g'night.

This guy thinks Scientology is really cool. How many people think he's full of bullshit?

Because I do. And I've said it a whole lot of times.

Woah, did I ever get to bed late. I think It was about... 6:00 A.M., Pacific time(US and Canada) when I finally went to bed. And then I couldn't sleep, so I'm sitting here with bags under my eyes at 11:44 A.M., Pacific time(US and Canada), just barely able to keep my eyes open, so if I magke and mistake fin my writing today,, plese dont hol it against me, I'm relyl tired.

Okay guys, here's the deal: I AM still working on Minerva with Bryce, but it's been put on hold for now, as have some of my other stories. With recent events going on around my place, it's a little bit rough trying to keep up on my work, so I'm taking a bit of a break.

Minerva chapter 1 won't be out for a while. The chapters are kinda' long.

I'm nearly finished with Scene 1 of my parody that Ryu, Fushu and I are writing.

Otherwise, I've been taking it easy today.

Thanks for listening.

And now, a random picture of Ryu Hayabusa: