Monday, September 21, 2009

Ricchi... or something like that

So, I have always really really loved dogs…. And because of this love I was pretty sure that I could control them with my mind.


Meet Richi, it is my host mom’s dog. He looks really adorable and little and timid. When we first got there Nonna said that we were never supposed to touch the dog because it bites. So, what do I do? As soon as I’m outside again I try to use my mind powers to calm Richi. At first it work, and I pet him once. Then I reached out again and he bit me… no flesh was torn, and no serious injuries occurred, but all the same it was quite startling.

I plan on trying my dog whispering skills again as soon as possible

Friday, September 18, 2009

Laughing in the Colosseum


I love the Ancient Romans. I really, really do. So, of course my favorite part of Rome was the Colosseum. Just imagine this HUGE stadium back in the day. Thousands of people from all around the world probably came to see the sports that took place here, and of course they weren’t football.

We learned about all kinds of sports that were played, mostly involved death. They had animals fighting animals, people fighting animals, people fighting people. I guess it is even thought that they would fill part of it up with water and have naval type battles!
Now, of course, I would have been a gladiator. I imagine I would have won every battle... So what else could I do in the Colosseum but laugh at all of my triumphs.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Indiana Jones

Before I start, I should not be blogging now.... I have 6 hours before I need to leave to the airport, and I find it very important to update my Ipod... and I need to sleep... This is the kind of dedication I am giving...

So, today I was thinking about who I would like to be when I grew. Ya know, a type of hero for me. No quite captures the essence of who I want to be like Indiana Jones. I figure we already have our similarities already; He's an adventurer, I'm a future adventurer. He is good looking, I don't scare children when I look at them. He wears a hat, I would if my head wasn't so large (thanks dad). Basically, I am already Indiana Jones.
And, with that lovely intro I give you....
BRIndiana Jones


I know it looks real, but I actualy did it by myself in paint, as I have not the luxury of photo shop.
Now, the differences.... There aren't really any, but for compare and contrast sake, I will search for some.
One, maybe he couldn't call his mom at every opportunity, but if he lived in an aparment full of young adult women I do believe he would.
Two, maybe he isn't scared of trees at night. BUT if he had heard the story of stumpy from my neighbors dad when he was only five I'm sure he'd think twice before he walked under an oak tree at night.
Three, he might not need his dog to go with him to the basement.... no excuses there.
Four, he is a he, I is a she.
Five, nothing else... that is it

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Packing...


Me and Mickey... I was supposed to kiss his cheek... but I couldn't do that to my home girl Minnie

The beach is no place for a camera... so I didn't get to many picture

I just got back from Hawaii yesterday, and I had just gotten back from Disneyland before that (which, on the way back, I got a ticket... livid) and now I have so much to do before I leave AGAIN early early friday morning...
it's amazing how many things there are to think about. Demanding seems to be the way my head thinks about it; I need socks, I need copies of my passport, I need to be comfy on the plane, I need a jacket, I need shampoo, I need a dictionary, I need to apply for spring, I need I need I need. I have found myself being very hostile to... me. The relationship isn't making for a strong mental state before I leave for big bad Roma, Italia.
ARRIVIDERCI AMERICA!!!!