Saturday, January 31, 2009

counting my italian blessings.

(views from my window.)
i made it to florence and have sporadic internet which makes me so unbelievably happy. I am so thankful. My apartment is tiny and my new roommates and i feel like we're living on top of each other. I was feeling really disappointed that we were paying as much as people with exponentially nicer places until i read: "it is better to be a doorkeeper for the gates of heaven than to dwell in (fine) tents with the wicked. so, i am accepting my little bed as my home and counting it as italian charm.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

puffy and blushing

I'm in DIA right now and am running on two hours of sleep, I caught a flight out of snowy grand junction this morning at 6:30 where my toothpaste was confiscated. I feel like i have really terrible breath right now... so, my eight hour layover in DIA. I finally found a place to rest and eat an overpriced sandwich. I had my computer up and popped in my headphones. LITTLE DID I KNOW i plugged them into the microphone plug. SO i blasted my worship music and Jason Mraz to all of Seattle's Best and the greater DIA area. I just kept cranking that up. and now, i sit, writing, avoiding eye-contact.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

I want to win this. I find out on the 31st. Packing is so impossible to do before the last minute.

Friday, January 23, 2009

dropping eves.

Yesterday I was in the changing room at Herbergers (finally exchanging a Christmas sweater.) I was the only one in the dimly lit row of jenkity dressing stalls. By the way, why do stores put the least amount of energy possible into the lighting design of dressing rooms? Who are these commercial designers, lighting designers, or architects? Don't they know that when the end users, customers, are at their most visually vulnerable, they need to be well lit!?
So, in walks a young couple.
Boy: "Don't take too long, baby. Baby, hurry up. Baby..."
Girl: "Shut up! I want a tatoo. Wait so we can get them together."
Boy: "@#$% NO! I'm not waiting for your mom to let me get a tatoo and I'm not waiting until your 18. Baby, baby, hurry. I want one on my bicep. HURRY."
Girl: "Maybe my mom will let me." (comes out in her dress.) "What do you think. I look fat."
Boy: "Baby, you just need to workout."
Girl: "I have been."
Boy: "Well, you need to do my workout, baby. Baby, I want to refinance my car. I want a new truck. You should work out hard for a few weeks and I bet you'll lose that. You will be hot and I will buy that dress for you. Go change. Baby, hurry. Baby. I am wearing a pink tux to prom, I don't care how much it costs, I am going to look so good. I'm wearing pink and I want you to match. That's final. Hurry up."

REALLY????? Dear Girl: If you read this, you're no treat but please get rid of him like a bad habit, you're 16 and your body is fine! SO SAD!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

s'wonderful, s'marvelous.

Publish Post

movie recommendation: funny face. -audrey hepburn, fred astaire. vintage graphic design up the wazoo. i'm inspired to pack only black clothing for my trip.

Fred Astaire and dancing are like peanut butter and jelly; kind of feels like home.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

"trebuchet" definitely sounds french.

hello world, this is my very own, brand new blog. i am going on a little study abroad trip to italy and wanted a place to pour out all of the incredible experiences that i will no doubt have. a beautiful friend told me that i don't have to be a great writer to have a blog, i just have to be honest.

i intend to do just that.

ps. i've developed a terrible habit of not capitalizing. I'll work on that.

And, check out my new site: Seth and Carrie made it with me tonight!