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.
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.
posted by emilyclaire at 6:12:00 AM
2 Comments:
hey nerdo, happy belated thanksgiving. don't think people have blown you off completely...i still check in here every once in a while. agreed with your points on Paris, pretty place but bitchy people. we also were ALMOST arrested at 1am when I was there...so..that kind of put a damper on the experience. enjoy the last 2 weeks before you're back in the states, that's my plan. see you in december.
fizzicle
EMILY!!! darling beautiful sister. don't get me so down! thats ridiulous that you've been so sick for so long. Being sick in Italy should be outlawed. i can't believe you'll be back in my arms in less than 4 days.. I have been waiting o so impatiently since August 31st. You have no clue how much I miss you. A lot of stuff has happened. I've needed you to hug & give me advice on way too many occassions. So get your butt back here and play barbies with me. Christmas is just around the corner, weird is all i can say. This weekend, in New York, is simply going to rock. capeesh? I just bought my dress for the Gold & Silver Ball. Oh my mom, you are going to love it. But we need to find me shoes!And I KNOW none are going to match! Oh well, thats enough, its 1:13 am and I've barely begun my homework. HA, junior year, what a joke. I have 2 art assignments, a chemistry lab, 5 chapters in Huck Finn to read, and a Powerpoint Presentation on Ibiza all freaking due tomorrow. You think I cant do all of this tonight? Watch me babie.
Get home soon. I'm dying without you. kiss KISS!
have a safe flight, bring me home a cute italiano ragazzo!
love YOU,
carly
Post a Comment
<< Home