Vegetarians are full of baloney. Just Kidding

I am currently indulging in the guilty pleasure of Straweberry Haagen-Dazs. And South Park. I am under the impression I am the smartest man alive. I will probably be proven wrong. Right now. Ow, my bruised ego.

I've been listening to Puccini's final unfinished masterpiece Turandot all day today. I feel so cultured. I'm also in love with it now. I want to marry it and name it Suzy. Nessun Dorma is my favorite aria from the piece.

Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma!
Tu pure, o, Principessa,
nella tua fredda stanza,
guardi le stelle
che fremono d'amore
e di speranza.

Ma il mio mistero e chiuso in me,
il nome mio nessun sapra!
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo diro
quando la luce splendera!

Ed il mio bacio sciogliera il silenzio
che ti fa mia!

(Il nome suo nessun sapra!...
e noi dovrem, ahime, morir!)

Dilegua, o notte!
Tramontate, stelle!
Tramontate, stelle!
All'alba vincero!
vincero, vincero!

I wish I could understand Italian.

But if I did understand Italian.. It would translate something like this..

None must sleep! None must sleep!
And you, too, Princess,
in your cold room,
gaze at the stars
which tremble with love
and hope!

But my mystery is locked within me,
no-one shall know my name!
No, no, I shall say it as my mouth
meets yours when the dawn is breaking!

And my kiss will break the silence
which makes you mine!

(No-one shall know his name,
and we, alas, shall die!)

Vanish, o night!
Fade, stars!
At dawn I shall win

Music completes my soul. My new resolution is to learn how to dance well. Gone will be the days of flailing arms which take out eyes! I will be light on my feet!

Who wants to be my partner?