no motivation. choppy thought processes. please send help.

can't complete any work. am attempting to write 30 minuti presentation on the anatomical studies of effing leonardo da vinci. can't form full thoughts. haven't written in this bloggy thing in ages. since last log-in have been to london, paris, forli, and paris again. hate parisians. they're even worse than you've heard. snotty and elitist and unhelpful. ruin my trips everytime. and it's paris! i should be delighted to be there, but not when there are bitches at the front doors of clubs pretending to be bouncers claiming that it's a gay club and no girls are allowed. liars. the pompideau centre of modern art rocked my world, however. fall break was fall break. london was nice, was good to see some people. was amazing to see the saatchi gallery and tate modern. was good to sit in a pub for hours on end downing good beers, a much-needed break from vino. rome next weekend. excitement excitement.

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind really twisted my brain into knots. also screwed my heart hardcore. i shouldn't think so much. i shouldn't compare every movie/tvshow/painting/song to my pathetic little life. needed a good cry, so that was beneficial.

old ladies here are all under 5 feet. they have hunchbacks. old men here wear delightful color combinations of sky blue oxford shirts under vermilion sweater vests over chocolate brown chinos and camel dress shoes. they ride rickety bicycles.

need new music. like the new interpol and thom yorke bridge street benefit tracks. am way behind. i don't like not knowing. tell me.

am missing thanksgiving. roommate's going to the mercato centrale tomorrow to get us some turkeys. we're preparing a feast at her bee-eff's apartment with his slightly flaming but chef supreme roommate, albert. i'll mash some pots. bake some pies.

i miss you. and i miss america. ew. and i call it america, which is tooly unless you're not there and don't care. and i want a hug from someone i know and i want a phonecall and a letter.

and i'm not getting what i want. and i'm 7 years old and whiney.

coincidentally, i'm currently wearing various shades of pink and perky little pigtails.