Gli 'obby

You know what would be cool? If I still knew how to play the piano. That would imply that I had continued to play it during all this time since I've stopped (I think it's about seven or eight years by now), so I'd probably be pretty decent at it and could use it to impress people at parties. Parties that had pianos. And parties where I was mysteriously outgoing and not my usual must-turn-red-as-a-beet-because-more-than-one-person-is-looking-at-me-at-the-same-time self.

Also it would be cool if I still did ballet. I might be thinner and more graceful if that were the case. A mere five years since that ended (four, if you count that one semester in college), so there's still hope there.

Latin. It would be cool if I spoke Latin, too. Or read it, rather - I suppose there's not much call for actually speaking Latin, per se (ahahaha), these days. (That was actually unintentional but it looked so lame that I decided to leave it in). Anyway. I would feel really distinguished and educated if I could decline some Latin nouns. Or verbs. Or whatever it is one actually declines. (Nouns, right? And conjugate verbs? Or perhaps not... I actually have no clue.)

I actually have a lot of free time these days, which I generally spend grocery shopping (bear in mind that I'm in Italy, which makes that statement marginally - but very marginally - less pathetic), wandering around, and staring into space in the teachers' room. I probably should use it to learn Latin. Or something similarly useless. Or even something useful. Generally, though, when confronted with free time, I tend to get really lazy and not actually do anything with it. So perhaps I was made for a free-time-less lifestyle after all... medicine, here I come. (Kidding, kidding. Still no decision made on that front.)