Alright, so I think I'm ready to tell you all of my daily life.


Monday (27/06/2016)
(1)
Today I went to this nice little restaurant in Venice (I live there). The place in question wasn't so busy which isn't all too bad since I wasn't performing right about now. When the nice waitress showed up, I smiled at her before I told her what I wanted.
I had to wait a bit but it's all fine when you all you think about is the performances you'll have when you're famous.
When she finally showed up with my spaghetti and garlic bread, I smiled a bit and thanked her. I might give her my number and ask her out just for fun.

Once I left the place, I returned to my home and played some guitar for a bit. It's nice to just relax for a bit.

(2)
It was 9:25pm when I wrote my number down. I sung a little Pagliacci to calm myself before I went out again. The skies have this stunning beauty about them at this time. Back at the restaurant again, I was taking a look at the ladies here. It was busier than before but I kept my cool.
I was waiting for this one particular waitress. She had blonde hair she kept in a bun and while she had a average for a girl her age, she had the kind of face that just captivated your attention.
This other waitress came and took my order and it was the same as this morning.


Once the food came, I had my fill and looked around to see if that blonde waitress would show. I looked at her for a bit, she could tell I was nervous and asked me if I wanted anything.
In my right pocket was this note with my number, I presented to her. She asked why I gave her the number and so I set my charm to work. I asked for her name and she told me it was Viviana. Ooh, Viviana. I told her to call me sometime and left the place.
I left that place with a spring in my step and went home to play my guitar again. I know a few songs on that thing.

Wednesday(29/06/2016)
Like always, I went off to this restaurant and to my surprise Viviana was waiting outside for me in her best outfit. She wore this flowing dress with flower patterns with black stockings and this yellow diamond necklace. Trust me, if I could kiss her, I'd do it.
We talked for a bit and decided that we'd go to Teatro Goldoni. Of course, we had to take one of the gondolas to get there and it was worth the trip.

Once we got to ol' Teatro, I tried to lean in for a kiss only to get rebuffed. Oh well. We walked into Teatro and decided which play we were going to watch. While I can't remember exactly which play it was; I can remember that the actors did a great job in the roles they were in.
I moved closer to Viviana, making sure not to be too sudden with my movements. I curled my right hand around her left hand and for the most part she didn't seem to notice. I smiled at her for a bit while we both watched the actors pour their heart and soul into the performances.
Once it was over, the two of us applauded the cast for the night of entertainment. Viviana figured out that we were holding hands and proceeded to awkwardly laugh before taking her hand away from mine.

So yeah, we both took the gondola home and talked some more. It was quite the thrill and she had my heart ablaze, I'll tell you what. So yeah, I hope that I'll get a second date with her again soon.

Friday(01/07/2016)
Today, I decide to go off to see my friend Ottavio. Unfortunately for me, he lives in a less than stellar neighbourhood. And by that I mean, it's close to being a slum. Good thing I only have to walk there or so I think. I'm walking all alone (and if I got into a fight, I could always run away.) and the day isn't so bad until this jerk shows up. His name is Romero and he's a lanky guy, the kind of guy who gets his kicks from messing around with people. He insults me and then proceeds to push me into the nearby river.   He laughs before leaving. Shame that he and I go to the same college.
I get out of the water and make my way into the neighbourhood. It sucks being damp. It really bites.
 But I decide it's not worth getting angry over and decided to move forward. After a few minutes in a neighbourhood where anyone could be lurking, I find Ottavio's house. Let's just say that run down is a good description of the place. I knock on the door and wait for the door to open. His mother shows up, she looks rather weary with the world. She tells me that my friend is in his room.

Ottavio acknowledges me and jokes that I've been swimming again. I just roll with it. We just go out and take this football he has. We play for a few minutes, minute turn to hours. It ended and we said goodbye to each other. I'm walking back, I can hear shouting and a loud bang. I panic and move faster out of fear that if I stay for too long, those people may get me too.
Thankfully that jerk Romero didn't show up, I didn't need anymore trouble.
After a trip in that place, I make it past the restaurant I go to and talk with Viviana for a bit. I leave in order to go back home.
My parents were talking and decided to go to my room and sleep it all off.

Tuesday(05/07/2016)
The restaurant was closed so I called Viviana and asked her if she wanted to go to the beach. I was grateful that she said yes considering the weather today. She wore this flowing orange dress and a straw hat. She was also carrying this yellow umbrella with her as well. We both decided to walk around the beach with this light drizzle pouring over us. We chatted about various things such as the things we wanted to do, our favourite music, just fun stuff really. She decided to let her hair down... and it hit me in the face.

Not that it really mattered considering how beautiful she was. I gazed into her eyes for a bit before we talked again. We walked some more and looked around. The tide was coming and so we found a place where we could watch the tide for a bit.
I tried to hold her hand a bit, she turned and asked me what I was doing. I smiled before laughing it off.   We just watched the tide a bit before we left the beach. After we returned, I said goodbye to Viviana before returning home. My mother looked kind of annoyed considering I was kind of damp due to the rain.

Thursday(07/07/2016)
I spent a bit of time playing with these puppets I own. It's fun to pretend they are my classmates because I get to do all sorts of things such as making two of them kiss each other and pretending they're in a relationship.
 Since I don't like Romero (he's such a jerk), I pretend he and my brother became Broadway perfomers while dancing to Put on Your Sunday Clothes. I can thank my mother for her taste in musicals, I can tell you that much. I eventually grew bored of the puppets and put them away.
I went downstairs and asked my dad if we could go to on holiday. He said that as much as he liked the idea, we had to wait until my mother's boss would allow her to leave I was hoping that I wouldn't have to have my brother tag along. He's currently living in Germany with his girlfriend. He works as a teacher in one of the best schools in Germany, I can't recall which one.

Lundi(11/07/2016)
Yeah, we just entered France a few hours ago. Jet lag is a real annoyance. Too tired to write the rest out.

Mardi(12/07/2016)
My brother and I had to spend a day with the Grandparents. Paris isn't so bad, the people seem nice if a little paranoid and the sights rival Italy in the beauty department. We're just walking around, my brother is going on and on to the grandparents about his experiences with the German education system (and it's kind of interesting, as much as I hate to admit it). We eventually come across this department store called Le Bon Marche. I'm not gonna lie, it was huge and there was so much to take in.
I could hear my grandparents muttering to themselves about how their country went down the drown since the immigrants started taking jobs. I was going to say something until my brother pulled me to one side and started raging at me in German.

So my brother tells the grandparents that he and I will be going upstairs. We both get moving and reach an escalator. I... don't like them. Their movements make me feel uneasy. My brother taunts me in Italian no less about the 'big bad escalator'. I get kinda peeved and go after him up the escalator. Oh boy, I could feel my knees shaking all the way up until I reached the top. Once I reached the top, my brother and I went through the clothes section. You can only guess his action when we found the lingerie section. Yeah, he started remarking about all the women he gets to meet during down time right before joking that I'm really unattractive.  

Conveniently (or not) we find a bunch of schoolgirls. They looked kinda cute. My brother decides to slap one of them on the rear for kicks before running off. One of them turns around. She happens to be a brunette with short hair. She starts speaking in French with anger in her voice.
Her friends (I think) turn around also. They look really peeved. So I make my biggest mistake: trying to speak their language. I try my best attempt at French.. Yeah, they get mad and I flee as fast as my legs will carry me. I look upward and see my brother in the distance, yelling for him in Italian while these girls are chasing after me.They're gaining on me so I flee upward on one of the other escalators. My brother is waiting at the top. Once I reach the highest floor in the store, he sneers at me in German before we explore this new floor.

Let's just say that when we made it back to the bottom floor, he elbowed me and said to me "Non si puņ dire loro quello che abbiamo fatto oggi. Capito?" I agreed with him there. Once we make it back to our grandparents, we leave the store and go home. Wow, what a day.

Mercredi(13/07/16)
After getting dressed, my brother decides to drag me out of the house. My parents have gone off to god knows where and my grandparents have decided to stay home.
My brother tells me to get moving, I've yet to eat anything because he dragged me out of the house before hand.   We head off to this nice little cafe called the Coutume Cafe. My brother had some black coffee while I ate some toast. After this, we left the place and continued walking.
He started speaking in Italian about how my grandparents have been been trying to pressure my mother to divorce our father. I never really liked my grandparents. All they ever do is chide my mother for wanting the best for us. They think she should stay at home while her husband goes out to work.
I ask him why he even bothered to tell me any of this. He rages at me in German, a language I have no hopes of understanding. Good golly, I now had to listen to him go on (in Italian, mind you) about how annoying it is to grade papers during his holiday and him ranting about the students he has to teach. Good thing we got to go home a few hours later.