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Thursday, July 25, 2002
1:26 PM
how: jittery
music: ben lee
got my new cell phone. finally something in the same area code i usually live in. but i have to give it 24 hours to charge, so i can't hand out my new number yet.
also, if i'm going to get serious about learning this guitar thing, my long nails have got to go. they're kind of in the way.
i had some deep thoughts, but i decided i don't feel like sharing.
Wednesday, July 24, 2002
10:58 PM
how: bored as fuck
music: none. siblings are watching christian-ish tv
so mark hamill, aka luke skywalker, has been hanging out in my hometown. he's apparently filming some movie with sally struthers (great combo, no?) and part of it needed to be filmed in the local funeral home. there have been people camped out in front of it for the last few days, hoping for an autograph or a glimpse. i've refrained. not that hanging out in my parents house all day today was some sort of spectacular display of social skills. but i'll go to madison tomorrow. maybe. i may have promised to take my sister to the fair...
3:42 PM
how: amused
music: the strokes
gotta love my former boss. i've been characterized in the latest team onion softball update as both "prodigal catcher" and "a disgruntled ex-girlfriend of Jimmy Murn." love you too, stephen. love you too.
Tuesday, July 23, 2002
11:25 PM
how: exhausted
music: madonna, the immaculate collection
i have a brand new epiphone les paul up in my bedroom. i'm a little afraid to touch it. keith has given it to me so i can learn how to play. i wonder if i can find an amp somewhere...
10:02 AM
how: cheerful
music: save ferris
part of me feels a bit guilty about being happy that israel managed to kill salah shehade, the military leader of hamas, but not too guilty. hamas is evil in one of its purist forms, and anyone orchestrating its attacks deserves what they get. what does make me unhappy is that a large group of innocents died with him.
now if only someone could do the same thing to sharon. he's the worst thing that's happened to the israelis in the last 50 years.
/steps off the soapbox
12:13 AM
how: better
music: weezer, any album
don't know why, but good moodswing. maybe i'll turn out to be bi-polar. that'd be fun and exciting. still feeling tense, but enjoying speeding on back roads.
went into madison twice today, once to drop off film (euro pictures due back friday), then again to meet up with tucker. i have to say, i'm far too old for the loft these days. it was kind of frightening, but a nice little flash back to the days of being 17. speaking of, i got an apology from the ex who dumped me via his mom back in that far off time. odd and hilarious all at once. it stopped mattering to me a long time ago; who'd have thought it was still bothering him?
Sunday, July 21, 2002
11:41 PM
how: honestly? shitty
music: anywhere but here
every tension i felt before i left america has redescended onto my shoulders. i spent the last 6 months of my life fairly relaxed and now i'm back here and as much as i was homesick before, i want the hell out. i don't know where i want to be but evidently some part of me wants nothing to do with here. my back is so tight it hurts and i've started gritting my teeth again. i'm forcing my self to eat despite feeling sick all the time. i am not going to fall back into the anorexia that was late fall. it doesn't help that everyone keeps telling me it's going to get worse before it gets better. fuck. maybe i'll just go upstairs and cry, as that's what i've wanted to do a majority of the day.
Saturday, July 20, 2002
1:03 AM
how: sleepy
music: heather nova, siren
today was lovely. i spent most of it at home (like yesterday). i'm not quite ready to leap full bore back into the world yet. i'm still really weirded out by being on this continent and i'm trying to ease the transition. yesterday i made it to madison to see my apartment for the fall, chill and talk to old friends for a bit. but tonight i made the leap to an intense game of team onion softball, which i have been looking forward to forever, as my consolation for returning from europe. we won the game (i pretty much sucked, but what's new?) and i got to spend time with some of my best friends in the world. worth it, even if i had one of my distanced moments while at the post-game party. (you know how while you're traveling you get home sick? i think i've got travel sickness.) i shook it off fairly quickly, but i don't think they're going to go away anytime soon.
there's so much more to say, so much i've been thinking of in the past few days, but i'm far too tired to say it right now.
as a side note, i may take my blog down. i'm taking alot of shit for it, from various corners, and it's served its main purpose in letting people know where and how i am. but i'm probably vain enough to keep it up.
Wednesday, July 17, 2002
9:27 AM
where: home
what happens now?
i'm back to my own bed, to my family, to american keyboards and food in the fridge. clean clothes and cars and a room full of things. but what do i do and how do i feel? i just don't know.
Monday, July 15, 2002
1:26 PM
where: paris
how: twitchy
going home in less than 12 hours. this is probably one of the strangest moments in my life.
Saturday, July 13, 2002
11:20 AM
where: paris
how: edgy, but content
we're just kind of existing right now. walking, eating crepes, shopping. tomorrow is bastille day, then just one more day till i'm flying home. i'm excited, but i'm scared, and paris is now this weird neverland between.
only 3 more mornings...
Thursday, July 11, 2002
2:49 PM
i miss you.
Wednesday, July 10, 2002
4:48 PM
where: barcelona
how: happy but blistering
music: lou reed
too much shopping. the fear of leaving the land of european clothing is prompting a binge. yes, i can still be a vacant little girl if i want to. mari and i fought over a pair of glasses frames and finally flipped a coin. she won. but i get the harry potter poster from monaco as a consolation prize.
6 mornings
Tuesday, July 09, 2002
9:46 AM
where: barcelona
how: soft
sunburning your breasts is not something i would recommend. maybe to my arch-nemesis. but no one else.
7 days.
Saturday, July 06, 2002
2:57 PM
where: barcelona
how: in a party mood
in the train station in nice we met some cool kiddies from the u.s. of a, and i stayed up far too late talking with them on the train. we're going to join them for some sangria, and probably some dancing in a little bit. we slept the whole afternoon in our chill little pension (thank god we're not in the hostel they are...its party central and there's no way a poor soul could sleep when they wanted.) dubrovnik involved too much chilling, and barcelona promises a little more night life, when we want to take advantage of it. apparently there is a plan to hit a club somewhere in metro range. so pretty much anywhere.
we were walking down la rambla this evening and checking the menus of all the tapas places when a waiter started speaking too us in a language that was definitely not spanish or english. turned out he was serbian, and because i'm wearing my bosnia football jersey he assumed i was bosnian. we talked to him for a bit, but he had to get back to work and we had to find real food, as we hadn't eaten all day. i've got to be an incredible mutt, considering how many different nationalities people have assumed i am. polish, alexandrian, serbian, irish, british, the list goes on. gotta love it.
Friday, July 05, 2002
11:08 AM
where: monaco
how: happy
who'd have thought i'd end up here?
Wednesday, July 03, 2002
5:00 AM
where: dubrovnik. because we're never ever leaving.
how: calmer.
music: weezer
we're finally leaving tonight, taking the ferry to bari, from where we'll have to travel through rome to get to florence.a bit round about, but it's the italian train system. we're making the best of our sudden shift in travel plans, which means we'll get to places in western europe we'd cut out long ago. so it's not so bad. i'll just have to come back to europe for winter break, hit turkey and greece. assuming there's money. otherwise we may road trip down to latin america.
also, i want to go here: semseter at sea, fall 2003.
Tuesday, July 02, 2002
8:23 AM
where: dubrovnik. still.
how: pissed. still.
music: eminem
i hate paypal with the sort of passion that i didn't previously think possible.
total change of travel plans. now i'm not going to greece. funny, in a bizarre way sick way. but mostly because of the paypal bastards. too long a story to really go into now. it involves locked accounts and the freezing of access to $300, and a complete inability to work with them because i'm, hey, in fucking croatia, not the usa. i don't have documents to send them, phone calls are probhibitvely expensive, and the bastards won't talk to my mother who fucking has power of attorney over my affairs while i'm here. i hate them. alot.
