You know,

Current mood:
Currently listening to: Matia Bazaar - "Vacanze Romane"

Sometimes understand life I really do not.

Communism and All that Jazz...

Current mood: busily entwined in a mess
Currently listening to: Coheed and Cambria - "A Favor House Atlantic"

Lately:
Been dressing up like Karl Marx a lot. Been dying a lot. Been having black mustaches stained onto my skin a lot. Been worried about schoolwork a lot. Been really busy.

Orlando leaves for his army training Wednesday. :-(

Kill Bill may be playing at the Fox Theatre.

I have to go work on stuff again now. Maybe a shower would help, too.

(insert lame title)
ABOUT ME!

(first subject)
Personal Crap:

What is your name- it really depends on who you are
What is your quest- to get the crap out of NHS, currently. And get into college. And take over the world.
How many fingers am I holding up- none because you're a dirty cheater that thinks he can trick me into believing he is holding up any fingers!!!
What is your shoe size in the Japanese scale- 42, for my Italian one is also that #
Have you ever gotten your foot stuck somewhere- more times than you can fathom

(another subject)
Favorites:
Tree- weeping willow
Breakfast food- coffee and Pan di Stelle (go to Italy and find out)
Russian made fighter aircraft- just because you're Russian doesn't mean I'm Russian, you Russian!
Color- bluuuuuuuuuue!! blue blue blue!!! Virtually all shades and tints, at that.
Garden plant as a food (vegetables don't count)- honeysuckle?
Way to eat a reeses thingy- I don't like those things
Weapon of mass destruction- my cannonballs?

(another subject)
I Would Date: (yes or no, comments welcome)
An off ramp bum- nah
A cheezit- of course not, I'd eat it!
Saddam Hussein- he's far too ugly for me
Someone you met at the landfill- er, I suppose that one shouldn't judge a person by his/her location
Any farm animal- Ian, you're sick!
Someone you simply know as "hey you!"- very likely not

(another topic)
Religion:
Do you belive in the omnipotence of the Egg Salad Sandwich- no, but I would more than gladly eat it! I'm so hungry!
Would you ever join a cult based on aforementioned Sandwich- no, but if they offered me many such sandwiches I bet I'd eat them all!
Would you drink koolaid with that sandwich- yesh!
Do you wonder what Egg Salad Sandwiches have to do with religion- I think Egg Salad Sandwiches should accompany all sermons. I think it is always a good thing when someone feeds me.

Behold: from the left: Amalia's foot, then my foot coming back from the beach

Amalia

My friend Nicoletta and I

Right outside Santa Croce

My cousin Pasquale with his little cousins

Santa Croce again

Santa Croce di Magliano

A very SMART car

The view out the window of "my" room

1000 year old castle at Termoli

Termoli

Termoli again

Termoli

The three of us

Me, Marianna, Amalia

Grandpa and I on my birthday

Amalia and I

Grandpa

Aunt Gina and me

Amalia (my cousin) and Marianna (my Italian best friend)

WAAAH!!!

Woy yoy yoy, what the crap happened to my webpage? Whatever that is, I'm not going to bother to fix it right at the now because I don't feel like it.

While I may have missed some people, I did not miss the States one bit. As a matter of fact, I cried my heart out as soon as we flew back into them. *Sigh*
Nonetheless, the past month was a dream and I was the happiest I have been in a very long time.

On the way from Germany to Italy I flew in a little plane, a nice 50-seater Alitalia Express. That was likely the best flight I have ever embarked on; I had a beautiful view of the Alps and various beaches and towns. The flight back was miserable because I did not by any means want to come back, but we did fly over Greenland and that was beautiful. I jotted down a description on the plane:
There isn't a cloud in the sky, so here is Greenland. Rather gorgeous stuff. Masses of mountains scattered like sharp and jagged pebbles in limpid waters with white icing and that dandruff that the sea has floating around. Icebergs are beautiful. It's about 4.40 there... we're halfway back, and oh-what-sorrow.

So there was Greenland.

The airport in Germany was terribly huge and I was mocked by some German jerks, but it all floated on okay. The airport in Cincinnati was tiny and I was treated like solid excrement by a rude bastard and then robbed by the intelligently deficient US Security services of my sausage (which was partly my fault because I wasn't bright enough to consider that the US would feel a threat at the knowledge that I was carrying some form of meat into their stupid country, but then again I was also exhausted and hadn't slept in two days).

There was a Via Amore in Santa Croce-- meaning Love Street. The earthquake of 2002 had greatly ruined it, far more than practically all other roads, and there were wooden trusses supporting whatever was left standing. One section of the road was outstandingly well, and there I heard a couple in a home carrying on a rather tempestuous fight. Let's just say I was disappointed.

I miss the place, I miss them all. However, it really was a wonderful month, and if circumstances don't want to completely and oh-so-rudely crack me open and suck my guts out and will actually allow me to return next summer, I will do so. I have some pictures, but unfortunately a lot didn't turn out any good.

I am tan, or decently so. I have learned a lot about my family and what I am made of, and I am a lot more like what my mother used to be than I ever knew. I am rather proud of that, and I am very proud of what I am, whatever that may be.

Lyndsey and mama agree that I have gained back my accent a little bit, and I am actually glad. Ahh.

Pics will be a mess, but I'll fix it later...