Michaels Italian Job

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Hello, and welcome to my blog. I'm 30, and as you may have guessed from my blog's title, I'm working in Italy. Genova to be precise. I've been here since June 2008 and don't know when I'm going back to Scotland, if ever. I went to America a couple of years ago and wrote a lot of waffle. If you're bored, why not look at www.michaels-american-adventure.blogspot.com

Sunday 29 August 2010

Long time no type

Hello You

It's been quite a long time since I last updated this blog, and by proxy, you, on my crazy rock'n'roll-all-nite-long-and partying-everyday type of life. So here I am, on a Sunday lunch time completely unhungover to tell you a couple of things.

Since the last post in April, life has been a heady mixture of monotony and disappointment. What can I say, I'm a ray of sunshine, but you may or may not have known that before. The run up to summer was ok I think (it was a long time ago and I'm getting old, so can't really remember that much of what happened). Summer in Scotland was duopolised by ok bits with a sense of pervading badness, but I won't go into that, as the sun is shining here and I can't really be arsed rehashing it all. Also I assume the only people who read this are people who know me, so you probably know already, ad nauseum. It was good to see friends and family again though.

What I will say about summer was that while I was teaching teenagers in Edinburgh I realised two things. 1) Teenagers are in general ok, but there are always a couple that are so intensly irritating they almost drive you to violence, and, 2) I need to change my job a wee bit.

I really like my job, and can't see myself changing it much any time soon, but at the same time, my lifestyle really only allows me to (barely) look after myself. Now that Saturn has made its predictable return (or something, I forget, but I always want to say Uranus because I'm a child) I realise that I maybe need to take the next step in teaching English to assorted johnny-foreigners. This is because in my current incarnation as measly teacher, I'm unlikely to ever get a better (i.e. higher paid) job, so I think I'll probably need to do a wee bit more studying to reach the heady heights that I aim for. This, in the long term may mean I need to leave Genoa, but this isn't all for a while I think, and there's nowhere else in Italy that I particularly want to go to or feel I can go to, so we'll see I guess.

I'm currently alone in the flat and have been since I've come back, although two new future flatmates have been around to have a look at the place. They're both Belgian girls, and both seemed quite friendly, so hopefully things will be ok. That said, it's a bit strange that the gang from last year has broken up and gone it's separate ways, but I suppose this is an inevitable fact of life.

Yesterday was the first day of Serie A which saw Genoa take their rightful place at the top of the league (albeit with only two games played yesterday). Champions League, here we come! It struck me that a year ago today I was also here, in the same room (it didn't used to be mine) visiting for the weekend and watching Genoa vanquish the heathen Romans. The year has passed very quickly. Much like last year, I'm again a season ticket holder, and the first home match is in two weeks, which I'm quite excited about. I've missed lunchtime drinking in the sun and football.

Another thing I've come to realise lately is that I badly need some discipline in my life (but not in the Max Mosley sense). To date, I've started and never really given my best to: learning Japanese, learning blues guitar, juggling (a short-term interest, admittedly), exercise, a potentially serious relationship, writing a novel and writing and illustrating a comic book. In fact, the only things I've started and run with are drinking and smoking. If only the things that I let fall by the wayside were in some way capable of killing me slowly I might be more of a rounded human being. As it is, I'm a bit angular. I've been back in Genoa for almost two weeks and arrived back full of good intentions. To date I have down precisely diddly-squat. In my defence, it's very hot and........oh, I can't be bothered finishing this sentence.

Bye!!!