I'm not in Italy. I came home. I promise.

Everyone left yesterday. It's strange being here by myself...even if it only for a day or two. I am forced to speak the little italian that I actually know. I had a 30 minute conversation with this old creepy guy completely in italian. He wanted to take me out for coffee, then take me to the pool in casine park on his motorino, and when i told ( Read more... )

Lets all keep in mind this conversation was spoken entirely in italian ( Read more... )

I have been in italy for over a month and its really starting to grow on me. i get sad at just the idea of leaving. i get nervous when i think of coming home, but there are so many things i miss and so many things i could live without. i have been slowly beginning to realize little things that i have forgotten about already, and trying to hold on ( Read more... )

once july 7th rolls around i will have been in italy for a month. it feels like a week. i have done some traveling, which i would do for the rest of my life if that was at all feasible ( Read more... )

I finished school a week ago yesterday, work was done a week ago this coming sunday and I have done close to nothing since then. It feels more than fantastic. Leaving for Italy in 2 and half weeks. Scary.

I'm not slowing down, i'm speeding down. I haven't even had that much coffee today. I went to the studio at 12:30 p.m. and left at 11:30 p.m. and feel as if I have accomplished nothing. Technically, I did get alot done today but I still feel as if I am slowly drowning. It all started with the C+ that I and more than half of my class got on our ( Read more... )

My spring break began on friday when I skipped stone carving to go shopping. It was a rather fruitful shopping excursion, a belt, a shirt and a pair of shoes. I am more than certain I took a nap and then went to work from 8pm - 2 am. Saturday...hmmm. This is a little fuzzy. I think I woke up late and at dane's. I think I went to J.Crew and ( Read more... )

be warned... If I ever find out who rang my doorbell at 4:40am, got into the building and then proceeded to knock on my door will suffer massive amounts of pain.

I got no sleep last nite.

I went to my critque this morning where some uptight bitch decided to tear me and my poor little earrings a new one.

I am not pleasant today. To say the least

Someone told me today that being insane has something to do with doing something 18,000 times and expecting a different outcome everytime. This would make me insane, and somehwere close to half of all of you.