Roni blogs from 35000 feet

So, I think I am almost over Michigan.

i just think that this is insane. I am connected to the internet at 35000 feet.

I am currently engaged in a google chat and on facebook.

This is so awesome, I shall write a limerick:

i am very high in the air
yet i am blogging without a care
this is so insane
internet on the plane
and it is entirely without fare!

(it is a 'christmas gift' to first time' wi-fi on board" users)

But this is so incredible that it also deserves a haiku

Internet on board
chatting, blogging, in the clouds
I really love this.

Yeah, I have a way with words. Epic. These will definitely be going into my soon-to-be self-published haiku/limerick anthology. Pre-order now.

Okay, so I am a little sleep deprived. But planes are not conducive to sleeping.

I could relate all my transfer dilemmas and how for a brief moment in time my name was Xavier Joseph Sca...something, but perhaps the harrowing tale of my trip is best reserved for a time when I am more in control of my mental facilities.

And it is not over yet. There could be more excitement yet to come...but i hope not. I hope everthing is mundane and I arrive on time and someone picks me up at the airport, which means I really hope someone in my family checked their email and saw the new itinerary I sent from Paris (and the internet was not free there!)

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mamma mia! ho nostalgia di casa!

Oy, oy, oy! The closer I get to coming home, the more distracted and homesick I get.
I've got two more papers to write, one of which I must hand in Monday morning--24 hours from now, but have I penned a single sentence? No. Instead, I find myself facebook stalking like a lunatic and reading the entire archives of people's blogs. I'll be touching ground in Utah Thursday night so you think I could just power through what remains of this semester, but my longing for home just increases as it gets closer!

So, I totally love Italy, but I've totally fallen into routines and it just feels like...the place that I live. This complacency, I guess you could call it, it's just Florence. I pass the Duomo several times a week, and when I'm bored pop by the Uffizi, but I miss my mountains. The other day a woman asked me if Italy or Utah was more pretty. And, who'd have thought, my instinctive answer was Utah. The architecture and history of Italy is richer, but I miss the simply beauty of nature, which is covered by the edifices of the city in Firenze. Plus, some of the inherent beauty of home just comes from having so many people I love in such close proximity.

I know logically that Thursday will come soon enough, but time is dragging just a bit.