A Random Genius.

Monday Monday, Oh Monday Monday. After spending way too many hours last night trying to figure out my plans for the summer, I was exhausted this morning. The internet is wonderful but sometimes actual human interaction can be better. I am on a deadline for Mama and Papa I. and as of yesterday I was going to be heading to Turkey but due to a random genius idea, I might be putting Turkey off until next year (next time, trust me there will be a next time) God must really be on my side lately (maybe he is seeing me in all of the museums I have been going to..umm I don't know..coexist?) I randomly (well not so randomly, I had been thinking about this for a long time but when the pressure and time came closer for me to actually get my act together, I did what my favorite gelato place says..perche no? why not?) I decided that because I am in Europe and because the Cannes Film festival is in France, which is Europe, why not try to work the festival? Perche No? After class today, I decided to call American Pavilion to see if they just happen to have an extra spot available for the summer and Walter, the head of recruitment, told me that one innocent soul had just dropped out and that I would be able to apply for the position, even though the application was due back in November. I spent the whole evening writing college essays. At 4 am, I realized it was time for bed. Submit. Fingers crossed. Who knows, I might be walking the red carpet? Ciao Ciao

postness from the Muund didle day on the 7th of April in the year due thousand and ot.

Sunday Is A Good Day To Do Nothing. Like Loving The Home Base.

Return from the damn damn delatusted around 4pm but for some reason I was in the mood for cleaning because all of the animals at the Via dei Ginori Zoo left the house an absolute pig sty. The Gorilla was to return around 5 pm, so I thought I would be a nice sidekick and cook dinna to eat on the roof. Grilled chix (holla Chef Karl..I haven't forgotten about you) and the view of the Duomo was just what I needed on a Sunday night. I was going to head to the Art School to do work but got caught up in trying to figure out my plans for the rest of the summer. At 10:30, I realized it was 10:30 and that I had been sitting with my eyes glued to the damn computer for far too long. Indeed it is nice to have internet in the apartment although Ufficio [Uooo Fiii Keey OOOO] (my internet host) likes to exclude me from surfing the web. Aliza, one of my roommates, hogs the internet. I swear her computer has internet magic in it because it always works.  I mean if your computer was covered in pink. I mean everything, the font, the screen, the actual computer itself.  Its hard for electrical things not to attract to it.  But when my computer does work, I find myself bloody eyed hooked to the screen or as my roomate called me out on the other day " loving the home base too much". Maybe nights would be spent differently without it...who knows? But then I guess I wouldn't be speaking to any of you with out it. Well I am off to bed, long fun birhtday weekend, big exciting weekend ahead. See woah see woah

post ness from the month of april on the day of 6thness in the actual day of sunday in the year of 2 thousand and otto.