I'm alive.

Despite no sleep and walking all the time. Which is actually wonderful.

Matt--last night I dreamed that your mom had severe burn scars from some accident and it was your deep dark secret (one of them), no idea. Also, I doubt you read this.


Today I met a gladiator named luca near the plaza venezia. He was guarding the Roman Ruins. Not quite sure about that placement, I think gladiators usually go in the Colloseum to fight lions or each other or whatever. Nonetheless, Luca was nice and asked me LOTS of questions.
Hi luca. Way to be.

I got my keys to my apt today. I haven't seen it yet but I hope it's okay.
Also--my email through aol was not working AWESOME because I have critical stuff that I need to know about and really the only way for it to get to me is through email. Like. you know, my entire wardrobe/livelyhood which British Airways very efficiently LOST.

I changed the forwarding function on my UW Account so now it will just go to juliec2@u.washington.edu ---------> learn it and love it PLEASE.


What else? Caffe Latte this am followed by a single espresso shot. I'm gonna need about forty five more to get through today but you know how it goes. Holy shit the coffee is good I am telling you. It's all I really care for right now. I haven't been very hungry at all.... and I haven't been sleeping but I'm not really worried.

I ran into this amazing guy named Max who was with his son Stefano. Max is the son of a diplomat who grew up in el salvador. He went to college in Guatemala and then got an MBA studying human rights in Holland. Impressive?
fuuuuuuuuuck.

His son, who he was visiting in Roma, speaks spanish and italian and was SO FUCKING CUTE. I think he's like eight. He kept tugging on his Dad's sleeve because he didn't want to stick around and chat. Poor guy. He really wasn't shy about it either. He was like, Dad, I don't want to talk to this girl. Let's go back to the HOTEL. that's not what he said, but he was clearly thinking that.


Today, checking out at Hotel Colloseum, all I had to do was give them my key. That was it!
So easy. It was really great that Room Service knocked on everyone's doors at 8 o'clock too. Thank you room service. I am not jet-lagged and do not want to sleep in. The walls were paper thin too. But you know what? That was a great experience. This hotel was actually perfect. No frills. I was mentally acquainted with my room as my precious little carboard box because it was tiiiiiny. CNN World. They played the Daily Show yesterday. "Daily Show International". I'd already seen the episode but it was great. Thank God for the international availability of GOOD American television. Everything else I can live with out.

Oh yeah and I've been reading the GQ magazine with Adriana Lima on the Cover. She's so hat. Is GQ really for men?

There is so much more.

I like my life right now.
I like it.

XOXO

used too much water then it would overflow into my room. Good incentive to not waste water right? I thought so.

It's hard to feel like eating lunch when it feels like four am? You know?

Back to the hotel. No before that. DO NOT FLY THROUGH TERMINAL FUCKING FIVE AT HEATHROW IN THE NEXT TWO MONTHS IF YOU CAN HELP IT. Why? Because their equipment is malfunctioning and they don't have enough 'man' power to load bags manually. This is really awesome because it means they lose bags. Four hundred bags in the past three days to be exact.
So I don't have my wardrobe. Triple double quadrupal great. But honestly, it saves me the hassle of figuring out what to wear which I would think too much about otherwise. I don't like thinking.

Today I was gonna try and sleep till eleven or something but I woke up at 9:30 because Someone was knocking at my door. I opened it and the guy was like 'sorry'. YEAH TOO LATE IàM AWAKE NOW ASSHOLE.
Just kidding. I don't have good earplugs and housekeeping was super loud so I got up and wandered around to nowhere. I walked through the Plaza Santa Maggiore and over to where termini is. Termini has this store called UPIN with clothes in it. Men and women. Termini has a lot. And it's huge. Anyway, I bought some undies cus i only have one pair. They are white. And may or may not fit. I don't know because if I messed around with them too much the poisoness red liquid in the steal prevention contraption might have broken and scarred my skin forever. If you are in italy, do not steal or you will get nuked.

I admit I thought about it for a second because I didn't really wanna pay for the underwear. You know, using money, standing in lines eeh.

But I did anyway! She stopped me to give me my reciept. Why? dunno.

Now i'm here.
I left out the cappuccino--amazing cappuccino this morning.

Okay gtg buy stuff.

Signing off.
heart
JULIE

Ciaooooo

Do you like that blog title? Very creative.

I do not like the fact that my use of punctuation in inhibited due to the schitzophrenic nature of this keyboard. It shouldn't be like that.

Yesterday I got on a plane in Seattle at 7:30 pm PST.
I watched AMERICAN GANGSTER for three hours on the plane while eating really shitty 'chicken' yeah whatever. No actually the food was good. I like that they give you like four hundred different kinds of biscuits. Anyway 'American Gangster is a great move. Lacked a little punch in storyline, but the acting was excellente. Good movie. Dad see it.

The english guy next to me had four white wines and a beer. But he was really nice and pleasant. I think he liked the movie too because he kept looking over my shoulder at the screen. Maybe I should have told him what it was? Dunno.

English people drink A LOT.

I slept for maybe 2 hours. Maybe. I can't sleep sitting up. Or in general so it's too bad.
We got a continental breakfast which was good. Especially the COFFEE NOTTTTTTTT
but you know, that's okay.

I watched the Office. I was laughing to myself at it. Kinda felt like a crazy person.

Okay and so now Im in an internet cafe near my hotele. Il Hotele Colloseo. My one bedroom is a box--I have a tv, and a shower/toilet all rolled into one. What I mean by that is--and I really like this actually. There is no barrier between the shower and the rest of the tincy bathroom floor. So if I

Apparently.

It is not 1994 anymore and I do not dress cool.


Grandma subtley told me I looked frumpy on Easter and we got into a convo about how to dress in Rome. It's hard to recall exactly that feeling of not quite fitting in in Europe. I think people felt sort of sorry for me in Spain. For clearly looking American (and depressed). Or, under the circumstances that I am wearing my Garfield t-shirt and flannel (which is NOT a good look I guess, I need to throw that t-shirt away).....looking like German Eurotrash. Thanks Grandma. Most of the time you kill my self-esteem and make me feel inadequate but I can look at this as a friendly reminder.

I am the one who complains about fanny packs and nikeys after all.
Gotta walk the walk, etc.

Val bought me clothes today. (Thanks Val)

Errything is better.


PS reminder I need tickets to LDN on May 17th or something like that.

Everyone

It is almost my Birthday month, though, it has been more convenient to celebrate the occasion in the month prior--and more specifically, yesterday--there are a few things I would like to say about the amazing month of April (you already know this, I tell everyone I meet, but still)

Some terrible shit that I would like to call your attention to:

Assassination of the great Abraham Lincoln : April 15, 1865
Assassination of MLK Jr: April 4, 1968
Suicide of Kurt Cobain: April 5th, 1994











But at least the world got me.

Also, March is good for a few things too. But mostly it sucks. Sorry March. You don't have much to offer. Clovers are nice though.











Big shout out to Don Cochran's 81st Bday!!!

Astoria

arcticmonkeysblurradioheadfranzferdinandamywinehousethelibertines...eeels.ssss

Black Keys.

ROME

not the one in IOWA

I keep having these dreams right?
But they are weird and don't make sense. Like.
Last night for ex, I dreamed that I had a layover in Chile (very logical) but then forgot to get on the plane on time to Rome, and I was stuck in Chile...and it involved a fat guy who wouldn't let me get on the plane even though I had arrived at the last minute and the only way to get on the plane was to go through some kind of "shoot" that no one could logically fit through except very small children. What is with that. Then the end of my dream, I was on a plane which I thought was the right one, but it turned out to be going to Germany.

A long time ago, I dreamed that when I got to Rome, the hotel I was supposed to stay in hotel was over-booked and the only room left was the broom closet!!!

I know, I know everyone has weird dreams but tell me what this means?
I am so nervous.

Just don't take my money. Don't take advantage of my American Naivete.

I'm not that naive.
This is beautiful.

When I get sad

:/
I just watch that superbad clip over and over again.

I have it memorized thank you!!!!

Almost famous also works well.

Not a what?
Not a....
Not a what?
Groupie.
OH!
WE are not groupies....
This is pennylane man show some respect.
Groupies....sleep with rockstars.

FUCK I AM SO NERVOUS FOR THE IMPENDING THREE MONTHS AND ESPECIALLY THREE WEEKS YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!

you don't even know.





SAID to be inspired by:



So classic.

Luxuries of being at Home:

(The big home. La Casa Grande, if you will)

1. Soap.
2. Salmon.
3. Ice Cream
4. Rachel.
5. Three Computers.
6. Two Washing Machines/two dryers.
7. Three televisions.
8. Three Bathrooms.
9. Queen Size bed.
10. Dish Washer.
11. Butter.
12. Living Plants.
13. Green.
14. the Economist.