Monday, March 10, 2008

Funky Monday.

The weather was funky today. A little rain and little sun.  Back to school, back to school. Today started the second half of my semester.  We received our midterm grades and some how I improved my grade in Art History by doing average on my midterm.  We get report cards from our teachers and Dolby wrote " Keep doing studying (??)". I guess I will just keep doing it. I thought that something extremely dramatic happened to my Italian teacher today because when she came in for class, her eyes were swollen and she was wearing jeans and tennis shoes. More than the swollen eyes, the whole clothing thing gave me some kind of signal that something was up. We all went around the room sharing our most entertaining spring break stories and then finally at the end she revealed that her cat died. She directly say that her cat died, rather she said "We lost our cat last night" followed by a few head nods (thus emplying that the cat was gone forever) Not to be a cruel, evil person, and nobody should feel the need to send PITA after me, but I thought something serious had happened. My teacher lives on a farm and has over a dozen cats (YIKES and YUCK!) and that is the only thing I think that is bad about her. I learned in my art history class that cats are the devils animal, and sure enough I believe that. They just freak me out. Okay enough about the cats, I do feel sorry for my teacher but maybe she should wear a sign saying "My cat died" to let everyone know what was wrong. You know those times when you just don't want to talk about something, you should just post a sign on your back to give everyone the heads up. I started a project in painting. "Heightened Color Still Life". I am a little bored with this whole still life thing but at least I get to use not such depressing colors. After class, I decided to continute to take some action towards the new waves, curves and bumps that I have noticed on my body over the past two weeks and went for a suprisingly beautiful run. Not only was the scenery beatiful, but my body felt beautiful while running and after the run. I guess when you are running along the arno, there isn't very much you can complain about. I was in a kind funcky monkey monday mood and didn't feel like doing too much tonight. I made left-overs for dinner and by that I mean, I put everything that I had left over from dinner on Saturday and lunch on Sunday, into a big bowl and chopped and stirred away some lettuce, with some peas, some diced tomatoes, a few carrot slices here and there, and then topped it with tomato paste and parmesean cheese. Attempted to watch 27 Dresses in bed tonight, but was pretty much unsuccessful.

the postness of the mondayday of days in the month of months of march madness. The day of the 10th. 

Sunday Is A Good Day To Do Nothing. + "I Didn't Feel Ill After Il Latini. Well Only A Little Bit."

definitelyI tried really hard with all of my might to sleep in but for some reason I just couldn't make it past 9:30. It is just bizarre. All I know is that, I am definitely a morning person. I really felt like doing absotut-en-lutely NOTHING TODAY. Well actually that might be a little bit of a lie (for those of you who find yourself stuck on the chi-o couch all day doing nothing, or any couch in general, I did a little bit more than you did today but don't worry about it, it wasn't much.) I decided it was time I stand up against my fears, my doubts and my rolls of fat and make this whole running thing a new activity in my agenda. Emmmmiiilllyyy (thats how she sounds) decided to join me. It was actually nice to have her along, someone to talk to and listen to. We hit a wee bit of road block on a journey (but a fortunate road block indeed) and discovered that on the first or second Sunday of the month, there is a huge market along the river, the market went on forever. They had buttons, fabric, shoes, clothes, underwear, pig heads, pig legs, gummy stands, and even those special knifes advertised on TVtav.  Eventually Emily and I escaped the market, so we could finish the rest of our run. I came home, decided that showering was overrated, and decided that sitting in my kitchen doing unimportant google searches, blog entries and picture editing was a good use of my time. The Gorilla left me in the kitchen while her and her Gorilla mate ventured outside into the streets of Florence, and 2 hours later, the Gorilla and her Gorilla mate returned and I had not moved an inch. Around 6:00, I decided that I should probably get my move-on and shower because tonight was another night of stuffed stomach fun. Tonight the Gorilla and her Gorilla mate, Erica, Justin-all-the-way-from-barca-barca, Sara, and D-Tislner and I headed to the infamous Il Latini for another shot at the worlds most delicious and filling Italian cuisine.  Before we made our to our 7:30 reservation, we enjoyed some cheers followed by a gulp of champagne while looking at the duomo to welcome the visitors to the best city in the world. If you remember from last time, I came home from Il Latini thinking I was going to rocket power food my from belly button. This time however, I was slightly more prepared so I tried to minimize my food intake in order to save myself from any such actions as exploding my belly button. We all gathered around the table (a not so crowded one) and dined and wined, told stories of weekend adventures and caught up on life and its journeys. The menu was pretty much the same as last time and I was able to ooo and ahh over the "little blanket" pasta smothered in boar sauce. However, I must say, that the dessert and the waiter were much better the first time around. Surprisingly, I was able to get up from the table and actually walk all the way back home without feeling like I was going to vomit (high five) D-Tils decided that it would be a good idea to be a Luke Sky walker Litesaber from the illegal immigrant selling light up sunglasses, flowers and swords. Rather than asking the price, D-Tils reached in his pocket, pulled out all of the change he had (nothing more than a euro and something) and plopped in the guys hand and took the sword. Highly entertaining! Pretty much in food coma, I came home and went right to bed. Last night of Spring Break. Sad indeed.

postness from the dayness of marchness 9thnic.

You Know You Are Out To Late When Your Morning Alarm Goes Off While You Are Out At The Bar.

I got back from Seville at 10:30 pm, packed my bags, took a bath and then went straight to bed. I set my alarm for 3:45 am and called down to the front desk and requested a cab for 4:30 am. I did not sleep so well or so long and kept waking up every hour thinking I had missed my alarm. My travels back to my motherland revovled around timing and I think I looked at the clock at 12, 1, and 2, and then again at 3:30 (the worst of all because I was actually conscious enough to know that my alarm would be going off in 15 minutes and the feeling of death swarms over you and all you want to do is cry because you just want to sleep more) Luckily the front desk was a 24 hour service and the cab was waiting for me outside. I think that the strange pick up hours led to strange information because the cab driver thought he was taking me to the airport but I needed to go the bus station. 10 minutes into our little drive, I wanted to make sure he knew where the bus station was and he freaked out and said "bus station?..we go to Malaga airport...you go to airport" and naturally I freaked out and said "NO! I go to Marbella bus station" and then he goes "Come on, airport only 100 euros" Excuse me, ONLY a 100 euros. Do you know what I could do with 100 euros, do you know how many juice boxes I could get at the euro store with a 100 euro's...100. Do you now how many apertivos I could go to with a 100 euro's..10. Do you know that I could fly from Florence to Barcelona for 100 euros and I could even take a tour, eat lunch and buy 5 scraves in Morocco for 100's. I immeditaly said no and insisted on him taking me to the Marbella bus station, where I would then catch the bus to the airport and it would only cost me 4 euros (even that is too much). For some reason, he didn't immediatly get off the highway but decided to drive for another 10 minutes while I questioned him which exit he should get off at. Luckily I ordered the cab extra early just to guarentee that I would be able to get on the 5:30 bus to the Malaga airport. At one point I thought I was going to die (I guess a normal human being would probably not think this but for some reason, just like Dave Eggers, I always think someone is out to get me) because we drove around a sketchy area. Finally, I made it to the bus station (in one piece). The stupid cab driver tried to charge me 75 euro but when I explained to him that I wasn't stupid and that my friend had done the exact same drive the day before, and he replied 50. Not until I threatened to call the Marriott (because this time, it was not my fault) did he actually pull out his price book and said that it was "apparently" 34 euro. He still tricked me a little bit because the Gorilla only paid 24 the day before but at the time, that being 4:53 in the morning, it seemed like my best option. The bus was only five minutes delayed which is good for Europeans because they are on their own schedules. I half napped, half read. 45 minutes later I arrived at the airport, checked my bag, and then waited for the flight to take off. Whoever said one needs to be at the airport 2 hours before the flight is a big fat lier. An hour will do. You would be fine with 45 but I guess I can't make this assumtion because this time around in Spain, we actuallly booked a flight on a legit airline.  I finally arrived in Bologna, Italy and then took a bus to the train station and then a train back to Flo-to-the-orence.  I was so nice to be back in my homeland, however the weather was not so nice.  For some reason, I felt the undying desire to go running, so I took a nice little stroll through the park that runs along the Arno.  Tonight we headed over to the Cavour apartment of wonder, for winey wino and clear drinks that don't taste too good. Justin, the J-nuss of nusses was visiting from Barcelpski, so we all celebrated his arrival with a night out to Space.  Despite what many say and what many people might think, I just love Space and always have such a wonderful time. Sara and I did what we do best and took over the dance floor with our crazy dance moves.  All of the sudden at 3:45 my phone started ringing mid shoulder leaning and I reached into my purse only to find out that the ringing was actually my alarm that I had set the night before to make my flight.  That was the sign it was time for me to go home and go to bed.  Alarms are not supposed to go off when you are out the next night, thats when you know its time to go.  It is great to be back. I had a wonderful time in Spain.  Life is good, life is great, I am good and I am great.

postness from the sat-her-day the 8thness of march. 

Seville.

PICTURES
ARE ALL 
YOU NEED
TO SEE.

they just happen
to be on a plane
back to KC
[coming soon]

We Just Can't Get Enough.



How To Work Your Poody Pouch.







I made a video out of this but for some reason it won't let me show it to the general public, if you want to see it on the big screen, it will be shown the red carpet in the Isenberg theatre upon my return.

postness from march 6th 2 thousand and aight. 


A Fashion of Shows.