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Due posti che andavo per vacanze più belle sono in Colorado e in North Carolina. Questi posti sono diversi; una in montagna a una alla spiaggia. Sono andata in Colorado in aereo con miei genitori e mio fratello. Ci siamo andati a trovare la famiglia dello mio padre. Nella Festa del Papà, siamo mangiato con miei zii, mie zie, miei nonni, e miei cugini. Ho visto mia bisnonna chi ha 98 anni! È molto divertente e chiacchierona per sua età. Mentre in Coloroda, siamo andati molte citte. Come abbiamo viaggiato, abbiamo visto un rifugio per animali salvati con orsi, tigri, lupi, e leoni. Inolttre, siamo andati rafting in un fiume e siamo guidato nella montagna. Le terra rossa è bellissima e anche tutte panorame.

Ogni estate, tutta la mia famiglia andavano in North Carolina. La prima vacanza è stato quando avevo 9 anni e è stato per il compleanno della mia bisnonna dalla famiglia di mia madre. Ogni anno nollegiavamo una casa grande sulla spiaggia bella. Per una settimana, potevo rilassare mentre prendevo il sole, leggevo un libro, e asculatavo a musica. Giacavo nell’acqua con i miei cugini o lanciavo un Frisbee. A notte, cucinavamo una cena deliziosa. Chiaciavamo e ridevamo e doppo la cena giocavamo poker o guardavamo un film.

Per me, una vacanze bellissima è tempo con la bel mondo e la mia famiglia bella. 

Not sure why, but I was like “Yeah. Music. Yeah.” so I purchased:

1. Talking Heads “Fear of Music” 
2. Depeche Mode “The Singles 86>98” (2 discs)
3. Morrissey “Bona Drag” 
4. Radiohead “The Bends”

and I would have bought a DVD of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” but I only had $20 on me. 

Anyone have opinions on these albums?  

There are these big hawks in the tree outside my window and they keep rustling around and I can’t really tell what they are doing but I’m going to guess they are trying to hunt squirrels are fight each other. I wish I could see them better. 

I just booked my taxi to the bus station and by bus ride home and then back here. 

It’s somewhat hard for me to believe that I’m going home. It feels like forever. Only a month or so has actually passed. I miss home cooking and my quiet room and the toilets flushing when I actually want them to flush. I’ll also be seeing Josephine, though I’ve heard she has been pretty sick since she’s been home but it’s possible she’ll be feeling a bit better by the weekend. Then again, it’s equally if not more important that she gets to see me than for me to see her. I’m her big cousin and that’s what big cousins do, right? They come home from college to visit and make their little cousins happy. 

So I’ll be busy getting things done, also bringing laundry with me because FREE LAUNDRY and possibly buying some stuff I need once I get back to school (so many back up shampoos and conditioners, man. I need them. I go through hair products like it’s no one’s business.)

That’s really all for now. I’m going to go back to Italian homework, and then I have cognitive neuropsychology magic class at 1:30 (my professor is the most adorable) and then more homework and fencing and then maybe some fun. Girls Night Thirsty Thursday, y’all? Had to happen once, right? 

In 12 hours, I’ll be having my wisdom teeth removed. Yes; all three of them. Just have three. That’s enough. I’m nervous but sort of anxious and excited and uncertain and curious about how this will all turn out. I’ve heard terrible stories and I’ve heard about people being totally fine in 3 days. The idea that the area may ooze something is repulsive, but intriguing because it would be cool to figure out what exactly it was. And then there is the anesthesia. I’ve been told you have really weird dreams. I’ve been told that you can sometimes wake up if they don’t give you enough. I’ve been told you’ll be puking your brains out if they give you too much. I know for a fact that that shit makes you loopy. I already had my mom agree to take video of me if I’m funny. Maybe I’ll make a necklace out of my teeth and give it to someone. Maybe I’ll sound like a chipmunk. Maybe I’ll lose my expanse of wisdom. Maybe I’ll watch a comedy movie even though I’ve been warned against laughing too much. Who knows. All I know is that tomorrow, I will be down three teeth and some blood. And I will be off my fucking rocker. 

I’m reading “The Metamorphosis” by Franz Kafka aloud to myself.

I thought the singer was a girl

I’m seven years old,

Dancing in the pouring rain.

(My supply of RuPaul’s Drag Race gifs is endless).

I close my eyes

hard

And all I see are silhouettes

Of magma.

“With him they buried the muzzle his teeth had kissed,

And truthfully wrote the Mother, ‘Tim died smiling’.”

People Are Strange- The Doors

It’s drops of red.

How does this work out?

I kind of love David LaChapelle.

http://faculty.plts.edu/gpence/html/kohlberg.htm

You can imagine what kind of mood that put me in.

Sexy.

Children fencing has to be one of the most precious things to watch.

Come here, cuddle buddy!

I check your “likes” every day.

Evil- Interpol

K.

Shelter and Giraffe!

Sometimes you need to sob under your varsity jacket, listening to music you shouldn’t be listening to because it elicits more tears, snot and salty-water dripping off your nose like mad, while sitting alone curled up on a bus seat. 

I’d love to be cramped in the tub, sitting with someone on the floor while I shave my legs, helping to scrub shampoo into their scalp, teach them how to make bubbles, the correct consistency of soap water that formed with fingers can be blown into slippery fluorescent orbs.

Oh, and my cursor is currently a banana.

INFJ

There were lips on my lips,

void of face or eyes,

but planting a loving kiss.

My younger cousin is putting my lip gloss on.

I’m mostly surprised that he did such a good job.

I wasn’t going to write this out for myself because by the end of the whole ordeal I just felt pathetic and selfish and stupid.

Oh, and I did!

Status: fucking DONE!

Work at Bakery from 7 am-8:30 pm.

“Team Jacob.” - Sara Quin.

roooooofllllecopter greatest tiem of ma lief. thro inibitions out da windoh! lolololol xDDDDDDDD

“When I think of the faces of that squad of armed, green-uniformed guards — my God, those faces! I looked at them, each in turn, from behind the safety of a window, and I have never been so frightened of anything in my life. I sank to my knees with the words that preside over human life: And God made man after His likeness. That passage spent a difficult morning with me.”

Etty Hillesum - A Letter From Westerbork

It’s hard to think of an ideal reality. The ideal would be complete goodness; the reality is that complete goodness does not exist.

But, like, I think we need a nose appreciation day!

Marcel the Shell with Shoes On

James Franco. Yeowch!

I’m going to say it was around the same time that I was pretending to be a dog with my cousins’ chocolate lab and I forgot I was human and I licked her back.

“I never claimed to be a saint.”

The can of ginger ale behind me keeps making this incessant clicking noise.

I just remembered that summer day when there was a light rain that could barely be called rain and I was fishing for that eel that got away. I was using a Barbie fishing rod and listening to Merriweather Post Pavilion while my little cousins ran around the dock. I just thought of that and was glad that the little things make me happy. 

“Zing. Tinkle. 

My navel is a reject button.”

This is the kind of cancer my little cousin has.

Oh, Kim. I saw you do this live.

Note-to-self: Find a cat to sleep with, or better yet, a cuddle buddy. Fin.

“Will the real Napoleon Bonaparte please stand up?”

The History Channel just made a Slim Shady reference like OMG!

This was a sound test. I’d advise you ignore it and move onto the post above!

Italian (via Nek - Contromano):

Sali sul treno e siediti.

My translation:

Sit your fine ass down on this train.

That’s because I love you (:

Tegan and Sara at Honda Civic Tour

Shauna: what does rum even taste like?

Me: Jack Sparrow.

“In Shakespeare’s time, “nothing” (or “0”) was slang for the vagina.”

ENJOY MY FACE.

Awk-word: A word that is, well, awkward.

“hmmm… its kinda like jabba the hutt grew teeth, turned into a potato then got stuck on a music stand. BRILLIANT!!!”

Grandpa is talking in his sleep… ok…

“One may lead a horse to water,

Twenty cannot make him drink.

Though the goblins cuffed and caught her,

Coaxed and fought her,

Bullied and besought her,

Scratched her, pinched her black as ink,

Kicked and knocked her,

Mauled and mocked her,

Lizzie uttered not a word;

Would not open lip from lip.”

Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti

My door needs to stop turning it’s own knob and opening itself. It’s seriously creepy.

Yes; I punched the wall.

But for now, ADVENTURES!

If you see a 1996 blue/green lexus with a weird looking girl singing to Tegan and Sara, move out of the way!

I love larvae!

The painting started as a tree but then I wanted a reddish sun setting but chaos ensued and it became this big mess. I sort of like the big mess.

I’m seeing Tegan and Sara tonight.

Stuffy nose, exploding head, man voice, raw nose, all those wonderful things.

“We’d lie on the shaggy rug on your

bedroom floor,

exchanging nothing but whispers and secrets

and kissing not lips but collarbones and fingertips.

You would exhale into the shell of my ear,

your breath cold and vacant like the sound of the ocean

in a seashell,

               except much weaker

               and less eternal.”

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road- Elton John

Phantom Limb- The Shins

Young Folks- Peter, Bjorn, and John

You are so silly, hiding my internet. Good joke.

“Body of Work” by Christine Montross

I’m melting and giggling over this.

I feel like this charade we are playing is getting old.

111% of your time is a ridiculous amount. I guess lesbians can’t do anything other than evaluate boobs, even to the extent of surpassing the 100% of their time for that extra 11.

Mom: -talking about nonsense and ignoring her daughter-

I can remember past dreams while I’m dreaming?

Sun Bathing

At the wedding, when Renee was walking down the aisle, my Great Grandmother (still alive at 96, bless her heart) asked “Who’s wedding is this?”

Later on after the ceremony, my Great Grandmother said “I’m glad nobody got shot.” Well, I’d hope not!

My uncle bought my cousin a rum and coke.

My aunt took the drink away.

BABIES!

Chocolate fountain!

The cherry on top; I tied a girl’s shoe.

“We’re having this problem lately where girls are really sexualizing us onstage. I mean, I’m down with people thinking I’m hot. But it takes a different tone when somebody says, ‘Take your shirt off’ or ‘I wanna fuck you.’ It’s like, ‘Don’t talk to me like that. I’ll fucking slap you across the face!”

Sara Quin

I’M HERE!