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Apr 21, 2010, 8:17:23 PM by ~Turiddu-Lucania
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Mood: Speechless
Listening to: Five Finger Death Punch- "Walk Away."
Reading: N/A.
Watching: MTV.
Playing: Final Fantasy VIII.
Eating: Cake.
Drinking: Apple Juice,

_{Ciao, everybody! How're you all doin'? So, I guess the best place to start would be last night leadin' up to this mornin'. After I got my journal up last night, I broke down and wrote that Schizophrenia paper for class today; about the time I start the paper, while it's just me and Mark, and he's doin' his homework, here Dustin and Kristan are pilin' through the door… with take-out from Happy Star.
Now, if there's one true thing in this world, it's that Italian/Sicilian people love Chinese food more n' Chinese people ("Just ask Tony Soprano," as Mark said). I wasn't what you'd call hungry… I'd already ate, but, I still felt empty. I guess that's be baby's fault. So, I had some Lo Mein and some Sweet and Sour Chicken. I regret that this mornin'.
The guys sat around while we did our homework, playin' Final Fantasy VIII. We finished our homework, and managed not to get food all over it… surprisingly. Sat around for about an hour, 'til 1:00a.m. and n' left the guys on the sofa and went to bed… only to have to get up at 3:00a.m. to be ready for work at 5:00a.m.

3:00a.m. when our alarm's blowin' up is when I start to regret eatin' that take-out. Past couple days, my mornin' sickness hasn't been too bad. Thank you, Chinese food. It just didn't sit with me right. I managed to stick my head back in the toilet this mornin' and have heart burn 'til about lunchtime at work today.
Again, I'm still on register, and not in dairy where I belong. I would've killed for a cup of joe and a smoke. Sucks for me though… damn.
There's no point in complainin' about it; I'll be up front for the next nine months and n' some. So, I'll just have to deal with workin' up here with all the lil' tweens, who don't work and just stand there with their teeth in their mouth. Again, not a busy day… that'll be compensated for when the first of the months hits, and all the checks come out.

We managed to get off at 2:00p.m., a half hour early, which was good 'cause my back was about to break in two. Left the store and went to see aunt Debbie. Even though she works at the store too, she's on a different shift, so, we don't see her, and I've not seen her since I moved outta the apartment-house and in with Mark about two weeks ago. Needless to say, I hadn't got around to tellin' her.
I didn't really want to tell her, seein' as she wasn't too happy about me movin' in with Mark, before I found out I was pregnant, so I was just anticipatin' the look that was gonna shoot across her face once we told her. We got to her place, and it was her and Christina… just what I needed; Chrissy to be there, too.

We went in and sat down with 'em at the kitchen table. I asked her if there'd been anyone checkin' into movin' into my old place downstairs… not takers so far, so she says. I don't think she still thought I was too seriously about stayin' moved in with him, though… that soon changed.
We was waitin' for the "right" time to bring it up, apparently, Chrissy decided that for us. I got up to get me a glass of water, and when I did, Chrissy said, "Hahah, looks like you're finally gaining weight! Culinary school's feeding you good." She's always gave me a hard time about bein' in a 00 pants. "Hahah… yeah, about that…"
I sat back down. Gulped down my water (I was thirstin' to death), and said, "Okay… Debbie. Yeah… food at class hasn't got nothin' to do with that." She looked confused for a minute, I looked at Mark, and he said, "Yeah, doesn't. They don't give us any food we cook to bring home. The cause if that's pretty personal… so, you can guess, or, you can ask…"
Well, she looked at both of us, and n', I guess somethin' clicked and she got it… "personal," is what did it, I bet'cha. She looked at me, "No. Oh, my God, you're… huhuh… you're…" I just came out with it, "Yeah. Five, goin' on six weeks." "Do your parents know?" "Yeah, they do. Took Connie, Joey, and Bartolo back to 'em a few days ago."

That was actually the most awkward conversation of my life to date. She was literally at a loss for words, and I've never seen Debbie at a loss for words. We stayed for about an hour or so, and n' we left. We hit up Walmart for some groceries. I like Walmart, I just don't like bein' in Walmart no longer n' I have to be. It took us all of twenty minutes to gather up some groceries… and of course, he insisted on getting' me a shitload of vitamins to take.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not smokin', not drinkin', I'm eatin' good, I'm takin' care of myself… he's just… paranoid, I guess, that somethin' gonna happen, so, he's gotta make sure all angles are fully covered. I guess he's this way since what happened to his and Christy's lil' girl.
We'd been shoppin' for about ten minutes when my back started hurtin so bad, I didn't think I was gonna be able to stand up for much longer. Well, he said, "Come here." "Huh?" "Back. Get on my back." "What?" "Now, bitch." Before anyone says anythin', "Bitch" is my nickname among all the guys from class we hang with. It's a term of endearment… mostly because when I'd be pickin' at 'em, I'd say somethin' like, "The bitch is hungry. Let's go get somthin' to eat."

So, all through Walmart, I've got my legs around his waist, and my arms across his chest, holdin' on to his back. "Okay, people are starin'…" "Since when do you care about that?" "I don't… but, isn't this hurtin' your back?" "How much do you weigh again?" "Seventy-eight pounds." "I weigh two-eighty. Fuck no, you don't weigh shit. Your back's hurting, stay up there." Well, I wasn't gonna argue with that… so, I stayed up there.
On our way to the register, we pass the clothin' department… more specifically, the baby clothes. I wasn't pay no nevermind, but, next thing I know, he's grabbin' my shirt, pullin' me over to look at the clothes. It was fun… but, I've never seen a guys this "into" all that stuff. I guess we looked around there for fifteen minutes… again, on our way to the register, I get sidetracked by the electronics department.
I fuckin' love the electronics department… which set us back another fifteen minutes. But, I did get myself a BlackBerry Gemini holster for my Storm2. I was gettin' tired of always havin' to carry it in my hand. That damn thing was $24 some dollars. But, it was rolled back from $28 somethin'. Woohoo, I saved monies!

We checked-out, and on the way out, I was dyin' for somethin' with caffeine. I begged him to let me have a soda. So, he broke down and bought me a Orange Crush outta the machine… even got himself one, and I've never, in all the time I've known him (since October 17th, '09) I have never seen him drink a soda. It's either been apple juice, milk, water, or some kinda juice.
We got back home… he did at least let me carry the bread and milk in. I felt so damn special! Pfft. It was 4:30p.m. by the time we got back from Wally World (so people around here call it), and we had to be at class at 5:00p.m. Got everythin' put up, got our uniforms on (I still think a chef's hat is sexy), and got to class with fifteen minutes to spare (we've had a thing for fifteen minutes today, apparently).

So, we stood out in the parkin' lot and talked to Dustin, Kristan, Max, Molls, and Trisha, waitin' to go in. Of course, Mark doesn't smoke, he's the only one outta us… and after havin' that soda, I really was dyin' for a smoke. God, it was killin' me. I mean, not in a withdrawal kinda way, I just really love that taste of a cigarette (I've actually not had any withdrawal symptoms from it). Mark seen me just standin' there, lookin' at the smoke rollin' off everyone's cig, all he says is, "Son of a bitch."
He walks up in front of everyone of 'em, takes their cig outta their hands, throws 'em on the ground, and stomps on 'em. "There. That's more fuckin' like it." They're all lookin' at him like "What the Hell?" He walks back over beside me, and sees Max goin' for his pocket, "Bitch. Anyone who lights another one in front of her, I promise I will punch every one of you in the face. Now, is that something you really wanna experience today?" Needless to say, no one lit another.

We didn't have any "paper classes," which's what everyone calls the classes like Psychology, Hospitality Law, et cetera… any class where you do work on paper, and not cook. All we had was cookin' and bakin' classes today. We had Breads, Rolls, and Doughs, Marzipan, Sugars, and Chocolates, Cakes- Methods, International Cuisines, Á La carte, and Garde Manger
Garde Manger was the longest, and by far the best class of the day. One thing about the school that I really like is: the head chefs, they're pretty cool. Not strict, they like to have fun and goof off a lil', too. Just, real lax. We can put on music on our BlackBerries (everyone in our class has some kinda BB), turn on the radio, talk, et cetera while we cook. It's really great.
Well, Molls and Trisha had some instrumental music to Christina Aguilera's "Underappreciated" put in the CD player. Mark nudges me, while we're choppin' up some greens, "C'mon, give a number." Well, he begged me 'til I did… so, I sang the song. Of course, they all had to embarrass the fuck outta me and start clappin', and everythin' else.
Molls said, "Well, if it's a girl, let's hope she gets her mother's voice." And n' all the conversation had to steer around my belly. Trisha asked if we'd talked over any names and whatnot. We had, but, not figured on nothin'. Everyone was throwin' around names… talkin' about goofy names that people give kids these days. Trisha, she works at this place in town that decorates cakes for weddin's and birthdays, and she was tellin' us some of the names that she's took down for a cake order.
God, I swear, I think people are fuckin' crazy at some of the names kids have now. We all laughed so hard, and I couldn't breathe I laughed so much. It was a good day. Best day at class we've had in a long while, lemme tell ya'.  We got finished at 9:30p.m., which's a half hour early… so, I made a cakes for me and Mark to take home with us.

Seldom, and I mean very, very seldom do we get to bring any food home. All that food that's cooked at the school, it's all just threw away… well, except for when we cook for a banquet or reception, et cetera, whatever… but, just classes, it all goes to the trash.
Once in a blue moon, they'll give us a lil' somethin' to take home… like, crumbs or whatever, hahahah… but, damnit, I wanted a cake. So, After Joe (one of our head chefs) walked to his office to take a phone call, I slathered some buttercream frostin' on a dark chocolate cake, put it in a box, and stuck it in my bag (I have a big bag). So, when we got home, we had fuckin' cake. Good thing we got ice cream at Walmart.

We're finishin' up the last lil' but that's left now… hmmm, I want more. Oh well, I'll just take another one tomorrow. Hmmm, sounds like a good idea to me, anyways. But, for now, I've got a headache, so, I'm gonna go take some Aleve (if I'm allowed to, that is), and n' I'm gonna hit the sack.  So, 'til tomorrow, I'll see you all later. Take care, guys. Bye! ~

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~carly2009 Mar 21, 2012

Hey desaparecida?!? Where are u?

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~Lucania-Smith Dec 14, 2011

Hello,
My Father's, Mother's, Father happens to be Salvatore Lucania. Which would make me his Great Grandson.
I was just researching on google and spotted your page link.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours. Or should I say, "felice Natale e Buon anno nuovo".
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where have you been?

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~01hr Oct 25, 2010 Student Digital Artist

Aaahhh! You still have the Lucky icon I made for you from forever ago.

It's me "Chu-Chu-Daruet" from awhile back if you can remember. I just made this new account, and I decided to stop by to say hello!

~SoSaLuciano Aug 5, 2010

My great grand mother worked for him and she got pregnant and she kept her son but not the man but he allowed her to use the last name. I'm his great grand daughter. Nice to meet you.

~SoSaLuciano Aug 5, 2010

Wow, I was doing research for my brother and came across your site. My great grand mother used to work for Salvatore as well and she got pregnant and kept her son. I am his great grand daughter. Nice to meet you.

~JessiLuvsU Jul 4, 2010

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U lucky thing being related to Charlie Luciano =3
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