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1. november, still rains here and there in Rome, still (and fortunately) no Guns N' Roses...thank you.
   
2. Ellen is here now!! Can a boy spell word H-A-P-P-Y?
3. First thing first, as soon as Ellen saw me she asked me about my family situation and everything and told me it will be all good...and it's been good actually with my family and I, I think we are all learning what 'responsibility' really means. Anyway, I love her for always having my back, she and Rebecca are the only reason that I wanted to come to Rome and it's been paying off. Just other day, Rebecca just gave me the biggest piece of advice since I came here and now Ellen is here and making sure if everything is alright with my life. Aiyyo, if I complain right now, I'm some ungrateful kid. I have some great people around me, seriously. This experience has been really teaching me how to appreciate things and people around me. Although my family is so away from me, it's more than I miss them. I understand how much they mean to me now because no matter what I always coming back home and I do this because of my parents and my brother, nobody else. Then, there's people like Ellen and Rebecca or even Susan, not only who pushes me for my best but always got my back and makes sure that this boy is doing the best. I am learning what it feels to be loved. I can't be sad...I don't have time for it and I have way too many good people around me for to feel that way.
   
4. yesterday was Ognissanti or All Saint's Day and our art class had little party at the Rome center, with our professors all showing up and dancing and all that. Rebecca danced, Ellen had to dance like 4 hours after she got into Rome, I danced my ass off to Justin Timberlake. Some people got drunk, I just drank a glass of wine and whole lot of juice. Then walked Alex home because Trasvaverie was having an insane ape ish. It was a solid day.
5. Finally, I am running on the cobblestone road without stopping. Not more than a minute. Round-trip, son.
   
6. Adrienne, mi spiache. I'm sending another one, it better get there.
   
7. everything makes sense now...slowly and reasonably...it's not the person I miss but it was those moments and feelings within that I miss the most...I can't have it back and maybe that's why it's been so killing me. But, no, I don't miss the person...I just miss those times because I really miss when I was so happy about making other person feel happy, that hope at least made me feel happy. That's what I miss the most, WHAT I FELT. Nothing more or less than that.
   
8. I'm so going to Stokholm!