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This morning, after 3 hours of sleep, I arrived happy and perky in Genoa. Well, not quite perky but happy it from. Objective of the morning: Confirm preimmatricolazione. Wow!
First stop: Via Balbi 4 (only 4 for Balbi regulars), where the man signs up for two exams and wanders in search of two teachers ghosts. After the search with negative results we head finally Balbi 5, where there is the Hall of registration. The excitement continues to grow.
stationed at the foot of the stairs there are the usual vultures. Children of disparate groups seeking to have gotten lost and end up with a simple leaflet to ask the phone number, know, for meetings ... ignore them with the toughest of the nerve and go on. I'm going to officially be a college student, by golly, that want to fool me reading your meetings?! Then I read in the mind, not aloud. Oh well.
arrived in the Hall (which is not Fair, is a courtyard) my eyes sparkle. Stand by all faculties, boys are ready to direct you right to the door, future freshmen who rummage in their documents. I have a stupid smile on my face when trac, the doubt creeps in me. Am I doing the thing right? Yes, I answered the Jiminy Cricket of the situation.
Excellent. I headed to the booth with a sign "registration confirmation" and a friendly guy stopped me and asked me what I need. "I should confirm the registration. Look at my papers and says, "you've already paid the note?" "No, I do now?" "Yes, go to the left so you give them." "Ok." "But you do not have the serial number." "Um, I do not know." "No, do not have it. Go there you refer to the paper."
Nooooooooo. I knew it. It could not be easier. Ok. Calm and cool. But because this stupid site told me all these things?
Ok. 'm Going to redo the paper, with the serial number on. I'm going to pick up the bulletins. Send me there to see if dell'ARSU stand with my income I am entitled to the scholarship. I'm going to stand dell'ARSU. Am I eligible for a grant, but the income is the old one. Merd . What an idiot I am. I took the wrong one. Well. A morning wasted. At least next time I order everything with no one throwing me from one stand to another.
While the man is a turn around specialist for the goose I phone home. I'm stupid or new documents were not where they should be?
At home they are not. Strange.
to forget the ugly episode we head toward the center. Shopping!
First we go into a library. What beautiful. The the guy who organizes the system that should go to piùgrandecentrocommercialedelnordovest. The sections are placed with a sense of logic and the authors are in alphabetical order! In a moment I find exactly the book I was looking for. Yes, the same one that was not there. Tze. And I find myself scrutinizing others 7 others that I would take. But I limit myself to only two. The man picks up a book on the skinhead movement from the '60s to today and we leave satisfied.
We are entering a clothing store where I found a pair of pants that I like my size! I should just write a post on this topic. Sizes. But the merchants of Piacenza think that anorexics are the only ones to dress?
The morning is then saved by these happy discoveries.
get home in the evening. The new documents were not found. My mother looks at what I picked up myself. He shows me. Curse. And 'the right one. Expires at the end of October. The chick was wrong. He looked the wrong year.
These are the things that make you realize how fleeting happiness given by a good book or a pair of pants of the right size. But porc ...

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This morning I was in piùgrandecentrocommercialedelnordovest. All attacked, as saying the advertisement on the radio. I do not know if it's bigger but it is certainly very great. More than anything else for ipercoop in it. Ipercoop however, is an understatement. They had to call ipergigasupermegacoop. Still stuck around to make the idea.
However, opening at 9 piùgrandecentrocommercialedelnordovest us, me and my mom inseparable, we were there at 9 under 10. Do you remember the movie scenes where the women wait outside the doors of the shops where they make the sales? There. Equal. Only that we were there so early because at 8:30 I heard her say: we are late by that! And I want to clarify that I drive a '92 Clio and that more than 80 per hour do not do.
await the aunt / sister a little late, and finally we enter. Focus objectives. First breakfast. Throughout August piùgrandecentrocommercialedelnordovest in making the offer cap + croissants for 50 cents. Cool. Sin I do not drink the cap. I opt for a fruit juice. We finish breakfast quickly. There is no time to lose!
Second objective: the shoe store. For me. I need a pair of shoes fall. The store is an expanse of sandals, slippers and ballerinas. Excellent.
Second objective: sporting goods store. My aunt is looking for something for my cousin, riding news. Even here to me is desolate. The only thing that caught my interest because it cost almost everything I wear.
To console enter the library. When I enter the library look like a five year old girl at the shrine of Winnie the Pooh. First, I get an idea of \u200b\u200bthe layout of various sections. It takes organization in these things. Then start to bounce like a rubber ball from one section to another of the ones I listed as interesting. The pages are almost all interesting. I missed only one of Hobby / (which, however, a quick peek I gave it) and for children. In two I stopped quite a bit: fantasy and kitchen. In the first I found an interesting book but not what I wanted, to my great disappointment. In the second I found two interesting books: just what I wanted (Mexican cuisine) and another, vegetarian cooking (not vegetarian, I like the vegetables). I then dabbled in the philosophy sections where I found many books which, while not having read, I already know the contents. Obviously I have studied philosophy well. I even bragged a little with my mother advising this or that, mentioning the plot. But, after being advised Nietzsche's Thus Spake Zaarathustra , I said no, I already Nietzsche sgionfato enough when you have explained to me. Perhaps not so well explained when I repeated to her.
Having dabbled a little, got three more books and have found that those who have decided how to position the different sections on the shelves should be stopped we went out. Rather satisfied, I will.
The next target? The door to the ATM ritare. Where is it? On the other side. Yeah. Sorry if I repeat, but to stress. On the opposite side of piùgrandecentrocommercialedelnordovest.
Halfway ladies decide for a second breakfast. Lunch? But I still have the first pieces of pastry buns stuck between your teeth! Nothing to do. It is the second breakfast. Cap and pastries for them, glass of iced tea for me.
finally arrive at the counter. While the ladies retreat I am going on sale.
Next target: the Ipercoop. To finally spending. But during the journey we are sucked into the Benetton. Ok. We were not just sucked. We strung us.
After convincing my mother that quell'adorabile wine-colored coat-sigh-I really do not need, we can exit. And now, straight to the goal mesdammes ! Also because the rest we have seen everything now.
dell'Ipercoop just crossed the threshold, including scones and pastry, I feel fatter. Air bakery, pizzeria, bakery, food all at once.
started the marathon. Apart from speed, the miles are the same. Ten minutes in the department "food for animals." Kibble for cats, bocconicini not eat them. Tidbits for the young cat, not eating the dog food. Pate in the rabbit for the small, are to the palate. Economic boxes for the old, is a trash compactor. For now, it just arrived. And if you're thinking that cats do not have their own tastes, try to come home and give my pieces of ground beef, Geneva. We will look with disgust and outrage.
We then move on to departments for humans. Meanwhile, the ladies wandered from snacks, cheeses and detergents I was still with the truck. Type collection point for emergencies. And while I was there to think about who would never have bought the pasta-shaped rings of squid began to turn around his head. I have seen all gray for a moment and then shot lights. Then I heard my mother, who complained about the lack of do not know what kind of snack and came back all right. Walking to the shelves after I started to have nausea. Damn croissants, I thought. All this, however, slowly increased. I had an annoying hum in the head and stomach in subbiglio. Finally arrived at the cash and I was perspiring tachycardia. A horrible doubt has crept. I will not be mica pregnant?!
But I did a session of instant autopsicanalisi (vd previous post) and I understood. Anxiety. Damn.
I tried to stay calm. Even as that AIS who was hired as a cashier to pass the three things we bought. And we are finally out. Fresh air was much better. Driving, then, I spent it all.
One thing is certain. I will not go back there again! Facciazza to them, their sandals, their bookshelves to put their case and the slow cashier. Tiè! Almost forgot

miss a story. A couple of old men who tried to escape from a security door. The door in question was rife a giant sticker that says forbidden to leave, alarm ports. As soon as they opened the game has a siren that sounded like you hear in films about the war. Perhaps they thought that the door was simply frightened and tried to make her face her fears.

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ah well, if you tell them.