<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 05:43:30 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>I'm not short: I'm fun size!</title><description></description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-7662493120049721152</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2007 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-11T18:49:34.352+01:00</atom:updated><title>...quiero bailar la salsa...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.borsaviaggi.it/foto_offerte/BV_41018511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.borsaviaggi.it/foto_offerte/BV_41018511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non so voi, ma se tutto va bene io a capodanno sarò qui... e devo dire che già non vedo l'ora!&lt;br /&gt;[chi ha detto che passare il capodanno in famiglia è noioso?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-7662493120049721152?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/11/quiero-bailar-la-salsa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-7168998848266219216</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 18:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-07T19:04:12.739+01:00</atom:updated><title>Signore e signori, ecco a voi gli appelli!</title><description>Salvo cambiamenti di programma i prossimi esami saranno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/01 : inglese II (2)&lt;br /&gt;15/01: Istituzioni di diritto privato (1)&lt;br /&gt;14/02: Diritto Costituzionale (1)&lt;br /&gt;26/03: Filosofia del diritto (1)&lt;br /&gt;28/03: storia del diritto medievale e moderno (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per un totale di 46 crediti. Mi sento male.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-7168998848266219216?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/11/signore-e-signori-ecco-voi-gli-appelli.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-1745331563190975485</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2007 22:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-01T23:18:51.835+01:00</atom:updated><title>You know you're in Law School when...</title><description>1. You don't FALL asleep, you FELL asleep.&lt;br /&gt;2. You fell asleep with your books in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your usual 8-hour power sleep is reduced to 5-6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;4. You wake up in the morning with highlighter marks on your face, legs, hands, and on your bedsheets!&lt;br /&gt;5. You dream about your professor running after you with a codal in hand.&lt;br /&gt;6. You wake up in the morning with a stiff neck because you fell asleep with your thick and hard law book as pillow.&lt;br /&gt;7. You go to your favorite seat in the toilet with a codal in hand and read it while waiting for....... (you do not want to waste precious time... every second counts!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Due to stress and tension, you go to the toilet more often than you used to.&lt;br /&gt;9. You eat breakfast while reading your cases you fell asleep with the previous night.&lt;br /&gt;10. You read, re-read and re-read cases to make sure you really understood the case and to be able to remember it when you're called to recite it in class. (But at the back of your mind, you know you'll never be ready for class!)&lt;br /&gt;11. You can't help but comment how the law was applied or use in a movie you're watching. (My, your legal mind works anytime, everywhere!)&lt;br /&gt;12. Your jokes are loaded with legal terms.&lt;br /&gt;13. You pray harder.&lt;br /&gt;14. You pray not to be called for recitation today, and that if you're called, you be called on the case that you know.&lt;br /&gt;15. You go to school with 3 kilos or more of paper!&lt;br /&gt;16. You decide to name your children after the people who helped you get your law degree...Emanuel and Gilbert.&lt;br /&gt;17. You want to make an irresistable offer to your contracts professor and make it a requirement that an acceptance be via carrier pigeon...and you know that as a "master of the offer," YOU CAN DO THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;18. Students from other degrees think you're a member of library staff because you're in there all the time.&lt;br /&gt;19. When you read a page of text and realize there hasn't been a single period (.) yet.&lt;br /&gt;20. Your friends know that you're alive only by the updates on your facebook status!&lt;br /&gt;21. Highlighting becomes a color-in game where you first highlight the first line, the last line, and the sides of the exerpt you want to color and then just go at it like a 6-year-old. (Great for stress relief)&lt;br /&gt;22. You know you're in law school when your mom calls you at the law library. She knows it's the most likely way to get a hold of you.&lt;br /&gt;23. You consider dropping out of law school approximately every hour, but after that first semester you realized you were already in too much debt to be anything other than a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;24. You can't remember if you decided to come to law school because you wanted to help people and make a difference in the world or because you hate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;25. You aspire to one day own Blackacre.&lt;br /&gt;26. You feel guilty for showering/eating during finals because it takes time away from your study schedule&lt;br /&gt;27. Substance abuse becomes you.&lt;br /&gt;28. The drama in your life now rivals that of high school.&lt;br /&gt;29. You make adverse possession jokes.&lt;br /&gt;30. You can name without hesitation at least three people who make you want to throw things when you see them raise their hands in class.&lt;br /&gt;31. You think IRAC and CREAC are just code for saying the same thing over and over.&lt;br /&gt;32. You are truly and deeply unnerved by the thought of some of your classmates becoming attorneys.&lt;br /&gt;33. You think tequila shots are essential to ordered liberty.&lt;br /&gt;34. You wonder if that one professor who always seems angry and irritable and treats students' minds as his personal playground is actually a sociopath or just didn't get enough hugs as a child.&lt;br /&gt;35. Sometimes during disagreements you are tempted to 12(b)(6) the offending friend or family member.&lt;br /&gt;36. You know and understand the complicated epistemological and metaphysical differences between a conspirator and an accomplice.&lt;br /&gt;37. You know and understand the complicated epistemological and metaphysical differences between coffee and red bull.&lt;br /&gt;38. You think whoever came up with the Socratic method should have his face lit on fire and then beaten out with a rake.&lt;br /&gt;39. You can't think of any legitimate reason why a law student would need access to certain public records, but you can think of a whole lot of illegitimate ones.&lt;br /&gt;40. After the first semester you realized that "briefing a case" need only consist of looking it up on Lexis or Westlaw.&lt;br /&gt;41. You've given yourself carpal tunnel from all the spider solitaire you play in class.&lt;br /&gt;42. When someone is expressing their frustration or anger about something that is in any way related to the law, you can't be sympathetic because you're too busy figuring out in your head if they have a cause of action.&lt;br /&gt;43. You hear about the death of an elderly friend or relative and wonder if they died intestate.&lt;br /&gt;44. You have considered changing career paths to hot dog vendor, stilt walker, or career alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;45. You're pretty sure the reasonable prudent man is a friendless tool who still lives with his mother.&lt;br /&gt;46. Your car is like a library full of books and papers everywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-1745331563190975485?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-know-youre-in-law-school-when.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-4535999162532478674</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2007 18:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-02T01:13:50.239+01:00</atom:updated><title>Fake - The Frames</title><description>&lt;pre&gt;your telling me i should forget you&lt;br /&gt;but why..&lt;br /&gt;and your talking like i never knew you&lt;br /&gt;but thats a lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your playing out your game again&lt;br /&gt;why are you never on my side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your telling me i should forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on the guys a fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what do you love him for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it was my mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just kicking in his door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if it's just a game&lt;br /&gt;what are we crying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your telling me i will regret you&lt;br /&gt;but so..&lt;br /&gt;and your talking like i should expect to&lt;br /&gt;but you'll never know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's left you in the rain again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you were always on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your telling me i should forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on the guys a fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what do you love him for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it was my mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just kicking in his door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if it's just a game&lt;br /&gt;what are we crying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't know anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-4535999162532478674?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/10/fake-frames.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-8812728971628770056</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2007 18:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-21T20:19:18.735+02:00</atom:updated><title>Peppèperèppeppèèè</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimi campione del mondoooooooooooooooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_My2e4ZFrZaY/RxuXoyEBARI/AAAAAAAAABM/S6eF_QlxBPc/s1600-h/Immag059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_My2e4ZFrZaY/RxuXoyEBARI/AAAAAAAAABM/S6eF_QlxBPc/s320/Immag059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123855727953248530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah... no... no... non questo Kimi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_My2e4ZFrZaY/RxuYASEBASI/AAAAAAAAABU/0yrNZpdkIxA/s1600-h/Kimi_Raikkonen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_My2e4ZFrZaY/RxuYASEBASI/AAAAAAAAABU/0yrNZpdkIxA/s320/Kimi_Raikkonen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123856131680174370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-8812728971628770056?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/10/peppperppepp.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_My2e4ZFrZaY/RxuXoyEBARI/AAAAAAAAABM/S6eF_QlxBPc/s72-c/Immag059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-6312557554630943110</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 21:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-17T23:32:40.969+02:00</atom:updated><title>il cromosoma Y inverte il funzionamento cerebrale</title><description>Ma non sarebbe meravigliosamente splendido se gli esseri umani di sesso maschile platealmente duepiccati capissero che non devono diventare ammorbanti cozze?&lt;br /&gt;E quelli cui si è fatto chiaramente capire/è stato apertamente detto che non dispiacerebbe affatto la loro presenza si decidessero ad apprezzare codesta situazione?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, forse mi sono sfogata. non-ne-pozzo-piùùùùù&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-6312557554630943110?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/10/il-cromosoma-y-inverte-il-funzionamento.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-4506315508307066111</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 18:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-17T20:21:47.864+02:00</atom:updated><title>il momento depressivo, come ogni blog che si rispetti</title><description>Rido così solo in certi momenti. Risate vere, sorrisi veri, di quelli che fanno stare bene...anzi, di più.&lt;br /&gt;Quando io riesco ad essere io, proprio io, non una schizzata paranoica incazzata col mondo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando c'è quel voler bene incondizionato che...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perchè non posso avere tutto questo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-4506315508307066111?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/10/il-momento-depressivo-come-ogni-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-4689599630032885509</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 17:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-17T20:25:10.388+02:00</atom:updated><title>random</title><description>ok, l'ho già fatto tempo fa, ma lo ripropongo... chissà cosa ne viene fuori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apro itunes, riproduzione casuale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1.]COME TI SENTI OGGI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Aerosmith - Dream on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ci sta... ma proprio tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2.]DOVE ARRIVERAI NELLA TUA VITA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent - Columbus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mhmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3.]COME TI VEDONO I TUOI AMICI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent - Musik non stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma dai? davveeero???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4.]TI SPOSERAI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Ark - Calleth you cometh I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma magari..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5.]QUAL E’ LA CANZONE ADATTA AL TUO MIGLIOR AMICO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Bowie - Life on Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ehehe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6.]COM’E’ LA TUA VITA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Killers - Andy you're a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;molto probabile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7.]COM’E’ STATO IL TUO LICEO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placebo - Song to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eh già, c'azzecca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;8.]QUAL E’ LA TUA FILOSOFIA DI VITA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S Club 7 - Don't stop movin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma itunes mi conosce così bene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;9.]QUAL E’ LA COSA PIU’ BELLA DEI TUOI AMICI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling stones - Paint it black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, qui non c'ha preso..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;10.]CHE HAI IN PROGRAMMA PER QUESTO WEEKEND?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night fever - Boogie shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;noooo...non ho voglia di andare a ballare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;11.]LA CANZONE PER DESCRIVERE I TUOI NONNI?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine Dion - My heart will go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biiiillooo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;12.]COME TI VA LA VITA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne - who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;orpola, ci sta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;13.]CHE CANZONE VERRA’ SUONATA AL TUO FUNERALE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddy Casey - The lucky one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carina, ma non credo che c'entri molto con me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;14.]COME TI VEDE IL MONDO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notre dame du paris - Ave maria pagana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhh????&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;15.]COSA PENSANO REALMENTE DI TE I TUOI AMICI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pirates of the caribbean ost - To the pirates' cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;evvabbene che sono fatta un po' così...ma è esagerato =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;16.]LA GENTE, SEGRETAMENTE, TI BRAMA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olmo - Piccolo fiore bugiardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;evidentemente no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;17.]COME POSSO ESSERE FELICE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne - Fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In effetti se si sistemasse... sarei felice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;18.]COSA FARAI DELLA TUA VITA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Minogue - Can't get out of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOOOOOOOOO...per tutta la vita no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;19.]AVRAI DEI FIGLI?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registrazione di una lezione di diritto privato fatta da me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, è un ottimo anticoncezionale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;20.]SE UN UOMO SU UN CAMION TI AVESSE OFFERTO UNA CARAMELLA, CHE AVRESTI FATTO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RHCP - Purple Stain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E noooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;21.]COSA PENSA DI TE TUA MAMMA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gem Boy - Orgia cartoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahahahahahahha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;22.]QUAL E’ IL TUO PIU’ GRANDE SEGRETO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mika - Grace Kelly&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beh, la frase che ripete spesso, in qualche modo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;23.]QUAL E’ LA CANZONE DEL TUO PEGGIOR NEMICO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Vengaboys - We're going to ibiza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahhh boh... probabile. Ma il mio peggior nemico al momento non si è ancora palesato, se non nella mia mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;24.]COM’E’ LA TUA PERSONALITA’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bee Hive - Love I need you, Love I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ebbbaaaaaastaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;25.]CHE CANZONE VERRA’ SUONATA AL TUO MATRIMONIO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placebo - you don't care about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma spero anche di no..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-4689599630032885509?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/10/random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-92497380429701698</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-15T23:22:18.104+02:00</atom:updated><title>Piano di studi, ti odio.</title><description>Oggi sono ricominciate le lezioni in facoltà. 8 ore filate senza pause in cui ho conosciuto quasi tutti i miei nuovi professori... molte buone impressioni, una pessima, un solo dubbio.&lt;br /&gt;I corsi che seguirò quest'anno saranno:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diritto Commerciale&lt;br /&gt;Diritto del Lavoro&lt;br /&gt;Diritto Civile I (obbligazioni e contratto)&lt;br /&gt;Diritto Penale I&lt;br /&gt;Diritto Canonico&lt;br /&gt;Diritto dell'Unione Europea&lt;br /&gt;Teologia II&lt;br /&gt;Opzionale da decidere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questa scelta dell'opzionale mi sta mandando a male.&lt;br /&gt;Teoricamente dovrei dare qualcosa di simil attinente all'economia, avendo scelto, in linea di massima, di prendere il curriculum societario... ma è un gran problema tra orari, propedeuticità e ignoranza mia in materia, che certo devo colmare.&lt;br /&gt;I papabili sono:&lt;br /&gt;- scienza delle finanze: ma è cominciato oggi, e l'ho anche il martedì sovrapposto a UE e penale che non posso perdere... frequenterei solo 3 ore il lunedì e non so quanto di capirei&lt;br /&gt;-diritto dei mercati finanziari: esame carino, sempre di diritto, ma avrei due ore il venerdì, che volevo tenere libero&lt;br /&gt;-economia e diritto della concorrenza del mercato: annuale diviso in due semestri. Nel primo mi si sovrappone il lunedì a canonico, che invece devo proprio seguire. Nel secondo mi si sovrappone ad un'ora di canonico e mi s'aggiungono due ore il venerdì...le prime due... merda.&lt;br /&gt;- economia aziendale: forse non si sovrappone a nulla... ma che palle.&lt;br /&gt;- economia pubblica: si sovrappone a civile il lunedì&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e poi c'è Inglese II, per economia e giurisprudenza, che ha un buon orario... oltre a diritto comune... ma... che due balleeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-92497380429701698?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/10/piano-di-studi-ti-odio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-3046501149732040098</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-09T22:15:43.157+02:00</atom:updated><title>10 things I hate about you. USA, 1999, 97'</title><description>I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you drive your car.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you stare.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're always right.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you lie.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-3046501149732040098?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/10/10-things-i-hate-about-you-usa-1999-97.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-5310673337803137987</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 21:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-03T23:51:39.080+02:00</atom:updated><title>sempre più ottobre</title><description>Ci penso, e ci ripenso.&lt;br /&gt;La malinconia, la nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;E la voglia di un abbraccio. Di quell'abbraccio. L'unico in cui tutto passa e sembra che niente possa buttarti ancora giù.&lt;br /&gt;Di quegli occhi che vorresti guardassero solo te.&lt;br /&gt;Di quel bacio che sogni e non arriva mai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-5310673337803137987?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/10/sempre-pi-ottobre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-8551909646234994930</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2007 22:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-02T00:20:35.544+02:00</atom:updated><title>che brutta bestia gli anonimi</title><description>un tal 'anonymous' ha così commentato il mio post 'ahi che mal di denti!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="comment-data"&gt;At &lt;a href="http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/09/ahi-ho-mal-di-denti.html#c8650476533399918301" title="comment permalink"&gt;3:40 PM&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span class="anon-comment-author"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt; said…&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                        &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh sì povera gigia...ha problemi seri lei...la vita è dura quando viaggi x il mondo a spese altrui e ti compri la laurea x non doverti sbattere a studiare...così c'è tutto il tempo del mondo x conoscere anime affini (come sopra :D) e cazzeggiare filosofeggiando sui mali del mondo e sui propri ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;al che rispondo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;comprarsi la laurea??? mi sa che tu hai una concezione un poco distorta della Cattolica...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Spese altrui? Mi spiace, ma i viaggi che faccio me li pago io lavorando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abbi il coraggio di firmarti, almeno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-8551909646234994930?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/10/che-brutta-bestia-gli-anonimi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-1549511263270426002</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2007 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-01T19:36:12.679+02:00</atom:updated><title>I cannot control it</title><description>E' terribile come si possa passare dall'estrema felicità alla disperazione.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-1549511263270426002?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cannot-control-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-304913055237826792</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2007 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-30T18:32:53.266+02:00</atom:updated><title>10</title><description>Domani comincia ottobre, cazzo.&lt;br /&gt;Troppe occasioni per una piagnucolata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-304913055237826792?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/09/10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-8968033300688394318</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 12:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-26T14:21:39.758+02:00</atom:updated><title>Prendiamoci un po' in giro...ihihihihi</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;What's the difference between a lawyer and a terrorist?&lt;br /&gt;You can negotiate with a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;What's the difference between God and an attorney?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;God doesn't think he's an attorney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;How can you tell a lawyer is lying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;Other lawyers look interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;One; the lawyer holds it while the rest of the world revolves around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;What's the difference between a good lawyer and a great lawyer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;A good lawyer knows the law. A great lawyer knows the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;Why are lawyers like nuclear weapons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;When they land, they prevent anything from functioning for the next hundred years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;A lawyer was driving his big BMW down the highway, singing to himself, "I love my BMW, I love my BMW." Focusing on his car, not his driving, he smashed into a tree. He miraculously survived, but his car was totaled. "My BMW! My BMW!" he sobbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;A good Samaritan drove by and cried out, "Sir, sir, you're bleeding! And my god, your left arm is gone!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;The lawyer, horrified, screamed "My Rolex! My Rolex!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;A gang of robbers broke into a lawyer's club by mistake. The old legal lions gave them a fight for their life and their money. The gang was very happy to escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;"It ain't so bad," one crook noted. "We got $25 between us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;The boss screamed: "I warned you to stay clear of lawyers -- we had $100 when we broke in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt; Did you hear about the new microwave lawyer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;You spend eight minutes in his office and get billed as if you'd been there eight hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;How many lawyers does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fifty four. Eight to argue, one to get a continuance, one to object, one to demur, two to research precedents, one to dictate a letter, one to stipulate, five to turn in their time cards, one to depose, one to write interrogatories, two to settle, one to order a secretary to change the bulb, and twenty-eight to bill for professional services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="mylinks_dom" name="mylinks_dom" class="mylinks_css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-8968033300688394318?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/09/prendiamoci-un-po-in-giroihihihihi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-9002240263816249351</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2007 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-20T19:03:18.781+02:00</atom:updated><title>ahi, ho mal di denti</title><description>Rieccomi.&lt;br /&gt;E' vero, è da moltissimo tempo che non scrivo, ma d'altronde non ne sentivo il bisogno; o meglio: avrei fiumi e fiumi di post da pubblicare, ma si tratta di argomenti decisamente non adatti ad un luogo come questo... quindi niente, un po' di sano e rigenerante silenzio stampa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso dire che dal ritorno in Italia le cose sono andate degenerando e non so se hanno smesso di farlo... mi sento decisamente vuota, priva di iniziativa, senza un vero e proprio scopo da raggiungere, ed è una cosa davvero strana, dato che son nota per essere una persona che ottiene sempre quello che vuole. Ma ora sembra che io non voglia niente.&lt;br /&gt;C'è però di sicuro una cosa che che desidero ardentemente, nonostante tutto, e per ottenere la quale ne farei di ogni... peccato che non dipenda dalla mia volontà, e peccato che la mancanza a volte riesca davvero ad abbattermi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a cercare di dare il massimo negli studi, perchè forse quelli sono l'ancora di salvezza: qualcosa da fare necessariamente, un punto cui arrivare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-9002240263816249351?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/09/ahi-ho-mal-di-denti.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-5958132503956269210</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Aug 2007 12:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-30T15:02:51.338+02:00</atom:updated><title>mal di svezia</title><description>E così anche l'esperienza svedese è andata concludendosi.&lt;br /&gt;Una settimana passata "fuori dal mondo", a trovare le conferme che aspettavo da anni e anni: Stockholm è la città dove sarei dovuta nascere...&lt;br /&gt;Il mio svedese si è rivelato essere migliore di quanto pensassi, tranne durante una micro conversazione con una svalvolata che al mio "jag talar bara lite svenska" s'è incazzata e se n'è andata... idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Quando in Italia uscirà Shrek 3 [domani?] andate subito a vederlo... è fenomenale!!!! Spero che nel doppiaggio non abbiano ucciso delle battute assolutamente esilaranti... No, non temete, l'ho visto in inglese, non in svedese... non sono così brava [ancora]!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ora privato... mi sta uccidendo... non ce la farò mai a prepararlo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ma almeno mi distrae dal fatto che i due anni scorsi in questo periodo stavo tentando i test per medicina e odontoiatria...la tentazione c'è sempre ma... ma devo essere un po' realista.&lt;br /&gt;Che Diritto Privato sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-5958132503956269210?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/08/mal-di-svezia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-2300031081157743366</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 10:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-15T13:01:12.702+02:00</atom:updated><title>..</title><description>Odio il ferragosto. E' più forte di me.&lt;br /&gt;Una giornata inutile in cui si sentono solo grida, schiamazzi e odore di carbonella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'Irlanda è ormai passata, Stoccolma è dietro l'angolo, e io son qui, seppur al lago, a studiare e lavorare, senza la minima voglia di fare entrambe le cose. Ho anche dovuto, di fretta e furia, comprare un laptop nuovo, causa decesso del precedente Dell Inspiron 5150... gran pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora sto scrivendo dal Sony Vaio VGN-CR11S, colore luxury-pink. Bello eh, sia per estetica che per prestazioni... ma un salasso per il portafoglio!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sp.sony-europe.com/media/29/14231"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 202px;" src="http://sp.sony-europe.com/media/29/14231" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-2300031081157743366?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-1018879830444144052</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 22:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-17T00:15:38.419+02:00</atom:updated><title>17/07</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.balloonmaniacs.com/images/21stbirthdaystreamersballoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.balloonmaniacs.com/images/21stbirthdaystreamersballoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-1018879830444144052?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/07/1707.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-160544930669035955</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 22:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-13T00:35:56.573+02:00</atom:updated><title>uff</title><description>Con costituzionale ci si rivede nella sessione invernale. Ma me lo aspettavo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-160544930669035955?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/07/uff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-5333813557496289229</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2007 15:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-04T17:27:04.898+02:00</atom:updated><title>La finanziaria</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.luissbookstore.it/images/cover/dirittocostituzionale-gra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 175px;" src="http://www.luissbookstore.it/images/cover/dirittocostituzionale-gra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diritto Costituzionale mi sta uccidendo.&lt;br /&gt;E' noioso, palloso, brutto, inutile. [in Italia un po' lo è eh...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cosa terribile è che so per certo che martedì mi straboccerà, e non lo dico tanto per far qualcosa, come la secchia "oddio non so niente".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A me st'esame crea proprio la necessità di una ingente quantità di imodium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-5333813557496289229?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/07/la-finanziaria.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-6678447081595709634</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2007 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-30T15:47:30.400+02:00</atom:updated><title>2007/08/21</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sweden.se/upload/Sweden_se/english/Theme%20sites/Celebrating/Nationaldagen_flagga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.sweden.se/upload/Sweden_se/english/Theme%20sites/Celebrating/Nationaldagen_flagga.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;STOCKHOLM... ARRIIIIIVOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-6678447081595709634?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/06/stockholm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-7710218334449943788</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2007 13:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-29T15:34:47.217+02:00</atom:updated><title>2 years later</title><description>Sono passati due anni da quel 29 o 30 giugno in cui, rovesciando una bottiglia d'acqua sulla cattedra della commissione, chiudevo definitivamente il capitolo liceo.&lt;br /&gt;5 anni senza debiti e alla fine, su quel diploma, solo un piccolo 72... vabbè, l'importante era andarmene da quel luogo di tortura [almeno per me].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi sono tornata lì, perchè alcuni pischelli amici miei sono alle prese con la tanto temutissima quanto cazzatissima maturità... ah no, già "Esame di Stato", diciamola bene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ovviamente una nanetta con la faccia da bimba viene subito scambiata per una esaminanda... o peggio, una cui toccherà solo il prossimo anno... e invece lì alzavo la media d'età, eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho rivisto alcune mie prof, per fortuna quelle con cui andavo d'accordo, e le ho informate del mio duplice fallimento medico e del trasferimento da biotech a giurisprudenza: ci sono rimaste di sasso. Sfido io... ero la speranza scientifica della classe! [la mia tesina sulla fecondazione assistita era una cosa fantaaaastica... originale, se non altro, rispetto a "la follia", "il nazionalismo", "la seconda guerra mondiale", "il razzismo", etc etc].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh, cose che capitano, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sì, mi sono sentita vecchissima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-7710218334449943788?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/06/2-years-later.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-1459988320124331633</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 10:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-25T12:56:11.817+02:00</atom:updated><title>what a mess</title><description>Ho dovuto cambiare il mio piano d'esami per questa sessione: nelle prossime due settimane dovrò preparare Costituzionale al posto di Privato olè. Si sta rivelando molto più noioso di quest'ultimo, per mia sfortuna, anche se con un programma più contenuto. Speriamo in bene... con privato ci si vede a settembre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tante cose non stanno andando come vorrei.&lt;br /&gt;Capita spesso che mi butti a letto cercando di non pensare a niente, spalmata sul materasso come un'ameba, ma nulla, il cervello è sempre in continuo movimento, fisso su una questione; perchè devo sentirmi così? Perchè non riesco ad andare avanti? Perchè mi costringo a vivere in un'illusione?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-1459988320124331633?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-mess.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35444018.post-2426086206868023895</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 23:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-19T02:02:46.594+02:00</atom:updated><title>NdI</title><description>Nessuno è obbligato a leggere e commentare questo blog.&lt;br /&gt;Nessuno è obbligato ad apprezzarmi, tutt'altro.&lt;br /&gt;Proprio per questo motivo se non vi piace il blog, se mi ritenete una decerebrata-ignorante-assassinadell'italiano, potete cliccare quella simpatica x che trovate in alto a destra nella finestra di ie [o nelle schede di firefox e del nuovo, scopiazzato, ie] e andarvene... eh, è molto semplice! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E qui si chiude... i commenti polemici saranno cancellati. Perchè io qui ci sono per fare la figa, uèlà! [con chi poi...ahahahahhahh]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35444018-2426086206868023895?l=lodola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lodola.blogspot.com/2007/06/ndi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (iaia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>