Why was Italian a weird choice?

Every time I tell anyone my schedule for this year, they always go "Italian. Thats a weird choice." Not like "OOH ANTHROPOLOGY. HOW BIZARRE." No. It's always ITALIAN. Like, it's a Nazi Propaganda, and no one uses it anymore, and it was from darkkk timmeeessss.
In other news, my ID card arrived today, I am officially a student of The University of Auckland, and I can't stress how satisfying that is to say. I move out in 32 days.
In other, other news, I got my new headset and dictaphone last night. Thank you thank you for sending them. :) They both live above and beyond any expectations I had.
I've got very little to do right now, I've been entertaining myself with odd commissions and art projects. That reminds me, got to ask mum for the ultrasounds, as well as talk to her about a tattoo. Joy. I'm kinda dreading that conversation. But if she agrees, me and dad will head down on Saturday. Grr, I was going to talk to her on Saturday, and then she was gone all weekend, and I lost my nerve. Oh well. Come on X, toughen up. :P

And now for something completely different, initially it was going to end there, but I decided to write more. Lucky you.

I've just realised how much I actually don't need you anymore. I think I needed you back to, well, to put it bluntly; realise what I wasn't missing. I'm pretty proud of myself actually, an obstacle that I thought I'd never vanquish fully has utterly disappeared. Funny that, right? Maybe I've moved onto bigger and better things, maybe I'm beginning to realise that I was looking at this whole situation wrong. Sometimes it takes some outsiders to clear the fog, and boy did they clear it. Kinda wish I could have a little bit of it back, truthfully, ignorance is bliss, kids, never forget that. It's the biggest release of my life though.

Hmm, oh look, a conversation that is more interesting than you!

This is going to be the slowest 32 days of my life.

X