On a certain person's boxers:
"They were white and semi-sheer and I basically had to cover my eyes."
On the ghost in that apartment next door:
"I can get rid of the ghost-I'll need some candles and the blood of a young goat and an old goat."
"I'd rather have the ghost."
Friday, 20 March 2009
Thank You
I just want to say thank you to the Universe for the following things:
-Hamilton College, and my friends there
-My family
-Nutella
-Country Music
-High Heels
-Jasmine (the person & the flower)
-Bernini
-Hamilton College, and my friends there
-My family
-Nutella
-Country Music
-High Heels
-Jasmine (the person & the flower)
-Bernini
Monday, 16 March 2009
Italian Life
So obviously I'm thinking about the future, but I am also thinking about the now. I'm having a really good time in Italy. I'm still a huge fan of Nutella, although I'm trying to curb my cravings a little bit. The way I do this is by eating pizza bianca (dough with salt and olive oil) with honey drizzled on top. The sweet, salty, and the olive oil make an amazing combination.
My roommates are certainly entertaining. 1:00 AM on Saturday Morning-Roommate A decides that she NEEDS to go back to Tunisia. So she & the guy she's been seeing (he is actually Tunisian) flew over at 11:15 AM. She's coming back tomorrow. Theoretically.
My other roommate likes eating as much as I do. Probably more, in fact. Because I have never eaten chicken fingers in the bathtub. She has also eaten Bonne Nut (knock-off Nutella) in the bathtub, straight from the jar.
Of course, I do go to class. One of my professors is named Mario and he teaches my drawing class. He also gives life advice such as "never trust a man" and "to be a better artist drink a little wine, make a little love first".
Go Italy.
My roommates are certainly entertaining. 1:00 AM on Saturday Morning-Roommate A decides that she NEEDS to go back to Tunisia. So she & the guy she's been seeing (he is actually Tunisian) flew over at 11:15 AM. She's coming back tomorrow. Theoretically.
My other roommate likes eating as much as I do. Probably more, in fact. Because I have never eaten chicken fingers in the bathtub. She has also eaten Bonne Nut (knock-off Nutella) in the bathtub, straight from the jar.
Of course, I do go to class. One of my professors is named Mario and he teaches my drawing class. He also gives life advice such as "never trust a man" and "to be a better artist drink a little wine, make a little love first".
Go Italy.
The Future
It's funny that when you leave home, you realize exactly what about your home you love. I have two homes, so I have double the people that I love & miss. For me, Hamilton College and "my people" there are as much of a family as my parents and friends in Colorado. Of course, now that my brother goes to Hamilton, it literally is part of m family. I've been incredibly lucky to make great friends, and have some inspirational faculty. They motivate, challenge, and yes, sometimes frustrate me, but at the end of the day I also know that these people are rooting for me. I hope I can give them something good to root for.
To that end, I'm applying to law school. I've always been good(and bad)with my mouth, and going into some sort of law is really appealing. I also know that I need to have a job where I can support myself-food, shelter, & shoes.
Where am I going to be doing this? Well, the truth is that if I want to be an activist I have to be in Washington D.C. I'd love to live in Colorado, but if I want my dream job, it's not where I need to be. The other thing is that I'm not going to move 1770 miles from my Hamilton family, and most of them will stay on the East Coast. So hopefully, with a little luck and a lot of hard work, I'll find a Washington D.C. law school that is a good match for me.
It might seem bizarre that I made these plans in Italy, but it actually makes a lot of sense. The Italians believe in the pursuit of pleasure. What they eat, what they see, what they do is driven by a love for pleasure. I want a job that I like. I know I won't like it all the time. There will be days when I hate it and want to hide under my desk with a caramel macchiato and the latest issue of Vogue. But I think this is the right track for me. And if not, I know my people will be there to catch me when I fall.
To that end, I'm applying to law school. I've always been good(and bad)with my mouth, and going into some sort of law is really appealing. I also know that I need to have a job where I can support myself-food, shelter, & shoes.
Where am I going to be doing this? Well, the truth is that if I want to be an activist I have to be in Washington D.C. I'd love to live in Colorado, but if I want my dream job, it's not where I need to be. The other thing is that I'm not going to move 1770 miles from my Hamilton family, and most of them will stay on the East Coast. So hopefully, with a little luck and a lot of hard work, I'll find a Washington D.C. law school that is a good match for me.
It might seem bizarre that I made these plans in Italy, but it actually makes a lot of sense. The Italians believe in the pursuit of pleasure. What they eat, what they see, what they do is driven by a love for pleasure. I want a job that I like. I know I won't like it all the time. There will be days when I hate it and want to hide under my desk with a caramel macchiato and the latest issue of Vogue. But I think this is the right track for me. And if not, I know my people will be there to catch me when I fall.
Saturday, 14 March 2009
Really?
Would someone please explain to me how I avoided getting sick in Tunisia, but in Rome I get food poisoning?
Tunisia really was awesome (I've decided I'll probably never finish the day by day recaps). I rode a dromedary into the Sahara sunset, practiced my French, visited a Holy City, and had a wonderful time. Every place I travel to leaves a little stamp on my heart.
In other news, my high school just won the boys basketball state championship!! Go KODIAKS!!
Tunisia really was awesome (I've decided I'll probably never finish the day by day recaps). I rode a dromedary into the Sahara sunset, practiced my French, visited a Holy City, and had a wonderful time. Every place I travel to leaves a little stamp on my heart.
In other news, my high school just won the boys basketball state championship!! Go KODIAKS!!
Monday, 9 March 2009
Tunisia Day Two
It's 62 degrees in Rome. Harhar.
Anyway:
Day 2
8:00 Wake-up
8:30 Eat chocolate croissants, pretend that they are healthy.
9:00 Drive to Port El Kanoui.
10:11 Spot boat tours of Tunisian coast. Find out that they're only half an hour. Hmm
10:15 On the Mediterranean.
10:47 Wind-blown and euphoric, run back to bus.
11:30 Check into hotel which has discoteca, indoor & outdoor pool. This is amazing.
2:30 SHOPPING!! Wander around market. Experience real-life Borat moment as I am asked "How much?"
4:30 Castle by the sea. We wander down a little peninsula only to see a guy barfing. We wander back.
6:00 In room I attempt to flush the toilet, but instead spray myself with water from the bidet hose. Typical.
8:00 Dinner
8:45 I hear familiar music...It's the macarena!! I end up doing the quintessential dance of 1996 with several old German women.
9:15 Belly dancers-If I could dance like that, if only, if only
10:30 More dancing and a brief trip to the Western themed discoteca end. I hed upstairs, pull on my sweatpants, and drift to sleep.
Anyway:
Day 2
8:00 Wake-up
8:30 Eat chocolate croissants, pretend that they are healthy.
9:00 Drive to Port El Kanoui.
10:11 Spot boat tours of Tunisian coast. Find out that they're only half an hour. Hmm
10:15 On the Mediterranean.
10:47 Wind-blown and euphoric, run back to bus.
11:30 Check into hotel which has discoteca, indoor & outdoor pool. This is amazing.
2:30 SHOPPING!! Wander around market. Experience real-life Borat moment as I am asked "How much?"
4:30 Castle by the sea. We wander down a little peninsula only to see a guy barfing. We wander back.
6:00 In room I attempt to flush the toilet, but instead spray myself with water from the bidet hose. Typical.
8:00 Dinner
8:45 I hear familiar music...It's the macarena!! I end up doing the quintessential dance of 1996 with several old German women.
9:15 Belly dancers-If I could dance like that, if only, if only
10:30 More dancing and a brief trip to the Western themed discoteca end. I hed upstairs, pull on my sweatpants, and drift to sleep.
Saturday, 7 March 2009
Day 1 in Tunisia
So I made it back from Tunisia, happy with a few more freckles on my nose, and a variety of camel leather goods. It was a great trip-having never been to an Islamic country before, I was fascinated with the culture. That, coupled with the amazing setting, blew my mind on a daily basis.
Day 1
4:45 Wake up to depart by 6:00 AM
5:52 Find out that we are not leaving until 7:00 AM
7:02 Get into taxi cab in extremely bad mood
8:37 Discover chocolate croissants at airport bar. Bad mood dissipates.
11:15 Depart for Tunis
12:38 Arrive in Tunis
1: 30 Arrive at Hotel Diplomat
3:30 Depart for Medina/Souk. Enjoy 70’s Mercedes Bus.
3:50 Visit to perfume shop. Owner peddles a variety of scents including “Sex Machine…only for Saturday nights, tickatickaticka.”
4:15 We are followed by strange Tunisian man who apparently wants to come with us. We sic the cops who have been following us at a discreet distance on him. He leaves.
4:30 Tea Shop. I drink mint tea with pine nuts and then smoke cherry flavored hookah with 13 other people. Love Tunisia.
5:45 Return to hotel for shower because I smell like airport, “Sex Machine”, and hookah
8:00 Dinner (Spaghetti, ironically)
9:00 I pass out. The next morning my roommate Danielle informs me that I snore.
Day 1
4:45 Wake up to depart by 6:00 AM
5:52 Find out that we are not leaving until 7:00 AM
7:02 Get into taxi cab in extremely bad mood
8:37 Discover chocolate croissants at airport bar. Bad mood dissipates.
11:15 Depart for Tunis
12:38 Arrive in Tunis
1: 30 Arrive at Hotel Diplomat
3:30 Depart for Medina/Souk. Enjoy 70’s Mercedes Bus.
3:50 Visit to perfume shop. Owner peddles a variety of scents including “Sex Machine…only for Saturday nights, tickatickaticka.”
4:15 We are followed by strange Tunisian man who apparently wants to come with us. We sic the cops who have been following us at a discreet distance on him. He leaves.
4:30 Tea Shop. I drink mint tea with pine nuts and then smoke cherry flavored hookah with 13 other people. Love Tunisia.
5:45 Return to hotel for shower because I smell like airport, “Sex Machine”, and hookah
8:00 Dinner (Spaghetti, ironically)
9:00 I pass out. The next morning my roommate Danielle informs me that I snore.
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