This morning, I am getting particularly great/bad 80s songs stuck in my head. I am all bout it, bout it.
I leave for Italy in two (2!!!!) days. I need to finish up my sessions today because I am awful and have yet to do that. Then I have to finish up everything and be ready to b eaway for two weeks (yeah, how the HELL do you do that??), then I have to pack. The one thing that I have to buy still are hair ties. Mine have mysteriously disappeared (although they're probably buried under that pile of stuff next to my bed) and the one that I have left has exposed elastic and that kinda hurts sometimes.
Stacey will hopefully arrive in Venice on Friday evening. I cannot wait to see her. This is just bubbling up in my chest, all this excitement. It has been too long since I've seen her, and waaaaay too long since we've drummed up some trouble. What a better place to pull that than Italy??!
Milan, Venice, Rome.
Not long enough in any of the cities.
I want time at a beach. Just want to lay out in the sun and feel connected to something in nature again--I'm getting a little tired of this cityscape with all the vomit, the broken bottles and the shit on the sidewalks. I miss grass. I miss trees that are older than 20 years.
Before I head back to our side of the world, I'd like to hit up Portugal, Scotland and the Czech Republic. I don't think there's time for all of that, unfortunately. But I am definitely getting my ass to Scotland. I will roll around the hills giggling in the delight of the accents. Of this, I am sure.
Last night, Fergal came over and we watched Hostel. I'd never seen the ending. When Prue and I rented it before from Chartbusters (a movie rental, internet cafe and tanning salon! how hilarious is that??), the end didn't agree with my laptop and we never got a replacement disc. I now know to not be lured by beautiful betties in hostels that look more like 4-star hotels than shitholes. (Eli Roth is a bit pretentious and has yet to make a good movie; i still don't understand the fuss about him.)
I leave for Italy in two (2!!!!) days. I need to finish up my sessions today because I am awful and have yet to do that. Then I have to finish up everything and be ready to b eaway for two weeks (yeah, how the HELL do you do that??), then I have to pack. The one thing that I have to buy still are hair ties. Mine have mysteriously disappeared (although they're probably buried under that pile of stuff next to my bed) and the one that I have left has exposed elastic and that kinda hurts sometimes.
Stacey will hopefully arrive in Venice on Friday evening. I cannot wait to see her. This is just bubbling up in my chest, all this excitement. It has been too long since I've seen her, and waaaaay too long since we've drummed up some trouble. What a better place to pull that than Italy??!
Milan, Venice, Rome.
Not long enough in any of the cities.
I want time at a beach. Just want to lay out in the sun and feel connected to something in nature again--I'm getting a little tired of this cityscape with all the vomit, the broken bottles and the shit on the sidewalks. I miss grass. I miss trees that are older than 20 years.
Before I head back to our side of the world, I'd like to hit up Portugal, Scotland and the Czech Republic. I don't think there's time for all of that, unfortunately. But I am definitely getting my ass to Scotland. I will roll around the hills giggling in the delight of the accents. Of this, I am sure.
Last night, Fergal came over and we watched Hostel. I'd never seen the ending. When Prue and I rented it before from Chartbusters (a movie rental, internet cafe and tanning salon! how hilarious is that??), the end didn't agree with my laptop and we never got a replacement disc. I now know to not be lured by beautiful betties in hostels that look more like 4-star hotels than shitholes. (Eli Roth is a bit pretentious and has yet to make a good movie; i still don't understand the fuss about him.)
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