| crawling back to livejournal's neon shiny all-nite diner |
[Jul. 24th, 2005|11:30 pm] |
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Hoffa convinced me to start writing in this thing again.
God bless that man.
So, I figured tonite's excitement would qualify as a nice inaugural post.
Went to the White Sox - Red Sox matchup this afternoon. 100+ degree heat, but it was pretty tolerable because we were in the shade THE WHOLE TIME. Red Sox lose 6-4, so it sucks because the last 6 White Sox games that I've been to, the White Sox have won. But I go home and decide to watch the Cubs play the Cardinals in St. Louis.
By the 8th inning, I'm fed up with Jon Miller and Joe Morgan, the ESPN broadcasting team. They just fucking suck, especially Jon Miller. He just rambles on and on about stupid meaningless statistical stuff and other random meaningless happenings and he just does NOT know when to shut the fuck up. So I decide to put the TV on mute and turn on the Cubs broadcast on the radio. Radio works fine, but the only problem is that the Cubs broadcast is about two seconds ahead of the TV's, so I start just blocking the TV with my hand to listen to the radio and then look at the TV to see what was just described. Then Ron Santo gets on my nerves, which is completely usual, but the Cubs magically gain the lead 4-3 lead off an Aramis Ramirez two-out dinger. I watch the bottom of the 8th and the top of the 9th and the score remains the same (as does the song), so I decide that it would be best just to watch the TV broadcast for the bottom of the 9th; I could stand Jon and Joe for a tense bottom of the 9th. Everything seems fine, 2 quick outs and then a 1-2 count on some stroke just up from AAA and Dempster, our closer, throws 4 straight balls and walks him. Long story short, the Cardinals tie it up 4-4 all with 2 outs.
So, I saw that things went so well when I was listening to the radio broadcast and that things went so poorly when I watched the TV broadcast in the bottom of the 9th, and I decided to switch on the radio broadcast again and put the TV on mute. Cubs get the bases loaded with one out, and Michael Barrett strikes out. Dammit. So Neifi Perez comes up to bat and I'm just like, please Neifi save Barrett from his boneheadedness and come through for us. First pitch, Neifi sends a rocket to deep right along the line, it barely stays fair and sticks in the webbing about two feet inside the foul pole; a fucking grand fuckin slam!!! And of course, I hear this all on the radio right before it happens on the screen so I'm watching to see what the hell the guys on the radio were just talking about. Cubs put it away in the bottom of the inning, and the hometown broadcast cements a place in my heart. Now I know what to do when those decrepid blabbermouths come up on ESPN. Just turn on Pat and Ron.
Goodnite sun, goodnite moon, goodnite cubs, goodnite hoffa..... |
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| The Nasters: A Nasterrific Failure |
[Sep. 20th, 2004|02:07 pm] |
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Well, after carefully going through all my emails, I've determined that there was not one.....ONE!! entry for The Nasters.
You people either all thought it was a terrible, stupid idea, or at least some of you thought it was a fun idea but were so hopelessly lazy that you couldn't take 10 minutes to do something fun and creative. I really hope it's the former.
So no one can ever accuse me of being too sensitive to nastiness, I just gave everyone a free shot!! |
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| Compassion went out of fashion, that's all your concern is |
[Sep. 18th, 2004|07:26 am] |
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Well, after laying awake for a couple of hours and getting a little melancholy about life, I decided I should get up and start a new day. I was talking online last nite to Mr. Morrow, and he told me that I should check my email and whatever he sent me just wasn't showing up in my regular email folder. So I check again this morning, and still nothing. Then, I noticed that my junk mail folder had like 6 messages in it, and it usually has 1, so I check it and lo and behold, it's the aforementioned email from Morrow.
Seems like it somehow got to Morrow that I was sneakin sips of a bud light on the way back from the Cubs game in Milwaukee in the back seat of Morrow's car. Considering that the only person I told was Lauren (and maybe Naomi, but why she would be talking to Morrow is beyond me), Lauren betrayed my trust. Man, I just loooooove it when that happens.
So Morrow is understandably upset. I WAS breaking the law. But nobody got caught so, in essence, nobody got hurt. But Morrow is a principled man and I betrayed his trust as Lauren betrayed mine. Different circumstances, yes, and my betrayal only came out when Lauren opened her mouth. This isn't the first time that Lauren has failed to keep a lid on it, so guess what, no more confiding in Lauren.
Hopefully Morrow won't stay too mad with me. There is fantasy football to be played.
Getting the hell out of Chicagoland has never been so enticing. |
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| Meet the new boss, same as the old boss |
[Sep. 16th, 2004|12:18 pm] |
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-Yet another one of my thinking sessions about women led me to a possible realization. Perhaps some of my troubles stem from the possibility that women have a biological urge to find a "provider" for them (and family) and I don't seem like much of a provider. However pathetic one considers my Jimmy John's job, it surely isn't located on some kind of career path (or at least let's hope not) and it doesn't pull in much money. And the career path I want to take, writing music, isn't exactly the most lucrative profession in this ass backwards society of ours. Just like men seem to have a biological attraction with larger breasts, wider hips, and an urge to protect, maybe I'm not giving enough consideration to female biology in analyzing my problems with that most enigmatic of species.
-Another realization: My mom once told me that her brothers aren't very happy with their lives. My dad and his brothers are a bunch of, for the most part charming, goobers. For those of you not familiar with the term, it's kind of like an old fogey, but it can apply to men from as young as 20, who display a certain nerdiness, anal retentiveness, goofiness, and a general lack of concern for keeping up any kind of cool appearance that is so common for dads of this generation. Anyway, maybe I'm achieving some kind of hybrid between the males of the Scarpelli and Hayner families; an unsatisfied goober, if you will. I'm trying to become more satisfied with my life, and I'd say that I am, but I do have that history behind me, and history is tough to overcome.
-Any of you losers ever heard of the composer Gustav Mahler?? You'd think that in a music theory class, albeit a beginner one for non-majors, of 30+ kids, that at least one other person besides me has heard of him?? Lauren, it's like sitting in a lit class and you're the only one who's ever heard of Henry James. Pathetic.
-Hopefully I'll be hanging out with Miss Khari tonite. I never get to see that girl anymore. |
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| Bitten by the friggin fantasy bug |
[Sep. 14th, 2004|02:08 pm] |
Man, I really don't want to be this kind of person, but I really really really like fantasy football right now. I mean, I knew it was gonna be fun, but I didn't think I'd be thinking about it all damn day. I spent an hour late last nite working out one measely (yet beneficial) trade with Morrow for Christ's sake. I wanted to go to bed, but I just couldn't go until that trade was worked out and then I couldn't go to sleep for another two hours or so after I went to bed cuz I was so jacked up or something. Maybe it's the fact that it's new and and novel and it'll wear off, but right now, I'm high on friggin fantasy football.
Most classes at UIC were cancelled today because of some power outage, so I got to come home early today for a few hours before work.
Remember, Saturday night is the deadline for the nasty essays!!! |
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| Hello, and welcome to The Nasters |
[Sep. 11th, 2004|04:46 pm] |
OK assholes, in the tradition of The Masters golf tournament and us being just plain nasty, I'm giving you all the chance of a lifetime. You are all invited to participate in The Nasters. Basically the rules are this: compose an essay ripping on me of whatever length you want and make it as nasty as you want. The winning essay will be the nastiest. And I want to encourage all of you to ask any friends of mine that aren't on livejournal to participate. Bobek, tell Hobart; Hoffa, tell Missy; Anderson, tell Danger, and so on. Hell, Cassandra should write one too. She probably has a lot of nasty stuff to say.
Please email them to me by midnight next Saturday at daddyjesus@hotmail.com. All entries will then be posted on livejournal for all to enjoy.
I've ripped on all of you plenty, now I want to see how creative you can be with your nastiness!! So get nasty, but watch out, cuz if you get too nasty, I might just get offended and not award you first prize, which will be some amazingly nasty prize.
Good luck to all the participants!! |
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| Breaking News from the AP |
[Sep. 9th, 2004|12:28 pm] |
Little Known Colts Linebacker Predicts Monstrous Game
Says June, "I'm Doing This For Cenzo"
BOSTON-In a press conference on Wednesday afternoon that shocked writers and teammates alike, Indianappolis Colts linebacker Cato June predicted that he was going to have the game of his still young career.
"You know, Cenzo really deserves a big game from me. He gave me a vote of confidence and I want to show him my gratitude."
Sources say that Cenzo is a resident of Glen Ellyn, a suburb of Chicago. His real name is Vince Hayner, but asked why he goes by Cenzo, Hayner replied that it makes him feel "special and important."
Little else, though, is very special or important about this man from Chicago. Selecting June in one of the final rounds of a local fantasy football league draft, Hayner was looking to store up his defensive bench, but June has found his way into a starter's role due to a combination of other player's injuries and his impressive preseason.
Says Hayner, "Cato June is a freak of nature." Asked for further details, Hayner had to excuse himself to gawk at a 14 year old girl.
June is only in his second season in the NFL, and he only recorded 8 tackles with no sacks in 11 games last year. He insisted that both totals would be surpassed in only his first game, this evening against the New England Patriots.
When pressed for specifics, June replied that he figured he would get "at least 16 tackles and three sacks," adding "and I'm sure there will be a forced fumble or interception in there somewhere. I'm going to step it up big time for Cenzo."
When told about June's bold prediction, Patriots place kicker Adam Vinatieri made his own prediction: "If Cato June thinks he's going to be the number one performer for Cenzo this week, he's got another thing coming. I'm going to kick 7 field goals." |
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| You look so pretty in your new lace sleeves |
[Sep. 8th, 2004|12:08 pm] |
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-Man, the Cubs game was bruuuuutal last nite. After 9 innings, I seriously had to get some reading done, so I didn't completely experience the loss, but I was keeping my eye on the game intently.
But if and when the Cubs make the playoffs, I have a serious conundrum. Since I work Tues-Fri night and Saturday during the day, that's going to be a number of games that I miss, and a higher number at that the deeper they go into the playoffs. I really really really really don't want to miss those games. This is history here, folks, and I don't wanna miss out on experiencing it for a piddly job.
-I need to start creating...soon. I've got bunches of ideas in my head, but I don't have a ton of free time and the time that I do have, I usually spend hanging out with friends or sleeping. So, I gotta get used to sleeping less and hanging out only if I feel like it's going to be a positive, or at least interesting, experience; not so it's just something to do. |
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| When I hold you in my arms, and I feel my finger on your trigger |
[Sep. 7th, 2004|12:23 pm] |
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Time marches on.
Nothing extraordinary to speak of over the last few days. Well, when I look around, most things seem extraordinary, but that's to be expected now. This is a weird place we live in.
Got to hang out with Mr. Hoffa and his trusty sidekicks Missy and Trishy on Saturday night. Trish got back from work around 1am and gave ME shit for leaving at 3am. I know, how rude of me. The party, I must say, was pretty horrible. I really really really really dislike the brand of hipsters that were there. Very closed off, unapproachable kinds of people. Yeah, there were a few ok people (like the diplomat), but overall, the party was nast. However, Hoff and Missy (and Trish later on) were great fun as always, and there was much talk about vaginas, whether blow drying them to save on toilet paper or Hoff clearing up what could be put in Missy's vagina. Hilarity.
Sunday night I had a nice quiet evening with Hobart. We watched this pretty sweet movie called "Heavenly Creatures" starring a young Kate Winslet (yumm). It was directed by Peter Jackson, the same guy that did Lord of the Rings, and the style was really cool. Hobart also did an impromptu impression of Neil Young that I'll never forget.
Last nite I hung out with Lauren, Fuist, Naomi, Mike Siler, and Jill all the way the hell up in Algonquin. Pretty good times. I talked a lot with Fuist, and he's a good man. Lauren, however, was very nasty to me. I don't know what I did to deserve such nastiness, when I love her completely.
Today I kinda feel icky. My stomach is just upset. I still haven't felt quite right since being sick and there is a certain aspect of my excretory system that hasn't been functioing quite normally ever since I got to Italy. Maybe that has something to do with it.
Not having any Cubs action to follow over the weekend was strange. I felt a little empty. But I watched most of the game yesterday and I feel better about the Cubs chances now that they're back in action. I'm very concerned about the Astros and the Marlins. I thought it was a "foregone conclusion" that the Cubs would win the wild card, but I didn't expect both of those teams to win 10 games in a row. Jesus. With a five team race, the winner is gonna have to win about 95 games, I think. So 88-74 (the Cubbies record last year) is certainly NOT going to cut it. |
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| I fell in love with the actress, she was playin a part that I could understand |
[Aug. 30th, 2004|08:50 pm] |
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-Well, I just finished watching the Cubs game. A nice, relaxing, fairly dull game, which is just what they needed. Oh, and the W helps too.
-I swear to God that my old man is beginning to go senile. Can a 50 year old man begin to go senile at such a young age?? I think he's been a little off for the past several months, and tonite as we watched the Cubs game in the top of the ninth is a perfect example. Observe:
Chip: "Mercker pitches a perfect 8th, and Leicester will come on in the 9th to try to wrap up the 13th win for Maddux and the 72nd for the Cubs."
Literally 10 seconds later....
Dad: "Oh, so Maddux pitched 8 innings??"
Me: "No, he pitched 7."
Dad: "Then who pitched the 8th??"
Me: "Mercker, they just said that."
Dad: "Is he [Mercker] gonna pitch the 9th too??"
Me: "No, they just said that Leicester was."
Then my dad got all pissed and was like "well, I didn't hear that." And I'm thinking "Jesus dad, aren't you listening??"
-I took some advil a few hours ago and now I have the sweats but without the shivers to accompany them and I feel pretty darn relatively good. I never thought I would say this, but I really hope that I'll feel well enough to go to school tomorrow. For one, they're my more interesting classes and I just need to get out of this house. And God Bless Creedence, seriously. I slept better than I've slept at any point during my illness this afternoon, after listening to a couple of those sweet tracks. Every time I think about it, I think "maybe I'm too sick for that" but then I put it on and I have no regrets. There'll be sure to be another Creedence session before I go to bed. Help me get some quality rest. |
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| A spiral interrupted |
[Aug. 30th, 2004|10:26 am] |
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Wow, so now I'm going on about 72 hours of being sick and let me tell you, I am NOT enjoying myself. Just about all that time has been spent either sleeping uneasily, having surreal, paranoid dreams ("fever dreams" as Mr. Hobart calls them); or trying to sleep. After 72 hours of that, I'm gettin really sick of it. Hate laying in bed for 2 hours at night trying to fall asleep?? Do that for 10 hours day, and do it feeling like crap and get back to me.
I decided I absolutely needed to get out of the house, so last nite I went to Mr. Hobart's where we basically talked about politics and listened to Neil Young (On The Beach). It was probably the best time I've had since I got all sick and I felt pretty alright physically, too.
But I woke up at 5:30am and after about four hours of trying to fall back asleep in different venues of the house, I gave up. Then I got pretty chilled and started sweating, which is always fun, then I started thinking alot about Ingrid as I listened to Neil (After the Gold Rush) in my room. Then, that just got worse, I started feeling real miserable. But I decided to pop in some Creedence and I must say that I at least feel very not miserable. Even physically I feel better. We'll see how long this lasts. Regardless, I'm still pretty bored. Being stuck around the house is pretty maddening to me.
It seems that no matter what kind of changes I try to bring to my life, all the little improvements and tinkerings, I just can't will myself to fall out of love with Ingrid, or forget about her, or get over her, or whatever. SOMETHING to ease this burden. I want to move on, oh yes, very much, and I think I'm much happier now than I was a year ago, but I just CANNOT seem to figure out this Ingrid thing.
Maybe it's just the fever talking. |
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[Aug. 28th, 2004|10:42 pm] |
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Well, I just watched Grosse Point Blank for the first time in a long time. Good movie, sure, but the romance between John Cusack (Martin Blank) and Minnie Driver (Debbie Newberry) was pretty torturous for me. Ug, I hate it when movies manipulate my emotions like that. It just highlights my own problems with women and coupled with staying in on a Saturday night, it just doesn't make for a very uplifting evening.
Oh well, there's probably some resin that I can toke on. |
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| Weekend nastiness |
[Aug. 28th, 2004|08:27 pm] |
Man, why do I have to get sick on the weekend?? I've got this headache, a queasy stomach, most likely a fever, and I'm all weak and achy. Whatever illness I have, I ALWAYS become really weak. If there's an upside to this, I'll probably lose about five pounds or so. I also never eat.
So, I could be going to Sal's tonite and having the time of my life, BUT instead I'll be here probably going insane from dark isolation. I can't wait!!! |
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| Stand up, bitches |
[Aug. 27th, 2004|10:44 am] |
Got a few minutes before my lone class today. I now know what my career is going to be: stand up comedian.
Laugh all you want bitches, but the material is about to flow.
On a completely unrelated topic, I'm now night manager at Jimmy John's. Two months in and I'm climbing the corporate ladder. Think of how many blow jobs that took. *Shiver* |
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| Blah blah blah blah |
[Aug. 26th, 2004|01:37 pm] |
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-Through the first few days of classes here, I've ran into a number of acquaintances that I haven't seen for at least a few months. And I've got to say, my UIC acquaintances suck. They're so insincere and dull. Especially my friends from choir. They see me for the first time and they're all excited and giving me hugs and then not a minute passes and they're already completely disinterested. Then they'll see me again and it's like "oh, what's up Vince" and that'll be it. I've had it up to here with insincerity. Fuck that, life's too short.
-I've had such a huge hard on for the Cubs since I got back from Italy. Even Paul Bako's getting in on the action for once (though he DID fail to get Grudzie home and it took C. Pat to save his ass). I recently realized that I'm scheduled to work Tues-Fri night and I'll need to do something about that if I want to see potential Cubs playoff baseball.
-Going south on 355 at about North Avenue at 1:30am last nite, I saw some car parked on the shoulder and the few cars ahead of me slow down to almost a complete stop. Turns out that a couple of dogs were running around on the highway. It was awesome. |
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| I can't stand the rain |
[Aug. 25th, 2004|02:53 pm] |
-No Cubs game to watch right now. Morrow is telling me it's because they cancelled the rest of the baseball season because football started. But I have a feeling it's cuz it's raining over Wrigley.
-One of the girls at Jimmy John's made fun of me for using the word "aloof" yesterday night (made in reference to American women relative to European women). She also made fun of me using "atrocious" to describe the traffic. It wasn't a big deal or anything, but I can't help thinking about that. I mean, is the world so sad that using "big" words is completely uncool?? Am I really a dork?? OK, I know that everybody is laughing about how I just set myself up for twin "yes" answers. But I mean, come on, seriously.
-The same girl, Susie, who is very cute, had her mom come in for a while last nite. This woman is really beautiful. She is the queen of any MILTF that I've ever seen before. I've seen her a few times before in the store, but not for the duration (there's another big word, oh jeez) of time she was there last nite. And there were some glances exchanged, believe you me. Hot, steamy glances. Oh yeeeeaaah. |
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| She's the kind of the girl who makes the news of the world |
[Aug. 24th, 2004|01:35 pm] |
Sooooooooooo.......now comes some post-Italy fun.
Got back on Saturday afternoon and went to Hoffa's housewarming party. He was nice enough to take care of my kitty, but I got there and found her living in squalor. She was locked in the closet, sitting in her own filth, starving, crying, countless festering wounds with flies buzzing all around, and the worst part was that Tim McGraw was being pumped into the closet. No, seriously, Hoff has given her a nice home.
The party was pretty sweet. Not doing any sort of hanging out with my friends for a week definitely made it that much more fun for me. Hoffa's roommate/girlfriend and other roommate are great and fun gals. And interestingly enough, the two girls I talked to and got along with the best were engaged or married. Guess that says something. What that is, I don't know.
I somehow stayed up until 3am, which was like 10am in my body, and only slept 6 hours. Then I hung out with Bobek; watched the Cubs game for awhile and then went over to his dad's place to watch some Indy racing. Bobek's dad is a pretty cool guy, I must say. The jet lag had caught up with me, and I basically collapsed at 7:30 that evening.
Then last nite watched the Cubs game with Lauren and went over to Bobek's to hang out. Good times were had by all, except by Lauren because we were talking about things that were "lame" and "boring." Right, Lauren doesn't know what it's like to talk about lame and boring subjects.
I love bein nasty to that girl. Cuz she can take it. Like a woman.
Being in Italy also made me realize that I should really be more myself around women. For the past while, I think I've tried to soften my approach to seem more attractive to women, but I don't think that's working out. So, if you thought that I was creepy and overbearing and overattentive before, watch out. My passions are gonna come flying full throttle. No holding back. If you can't deal with it, that's your problem.
OK, time for my poly sci class. |
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| cont...... |
[Aug. 24th, 2004|11:03 am] |
Well, I got to the classroom for Music Theory and I guess it isn't gonna meet today. Great. So I basically got up three hours early so I could sit around here for a one hour class at 2pm. So, now that I have the time, I figure I'll finish talking about Italy.
And the crowd goes mild.
-The food in Italy was, overall, very good. The handful of restaurants we went to were generally a bit more "exotic" than what you would find at an American Italian restaurant. For instance, the last nite I had rabbit (served complete with intact kidneys). The pasta is cooked a little less there than is usually done here, hence a firmer, and for me, better, texture.
-Roosters don't crow just at sunrise. They go all damn night.
-Unless you're on a major highway, the roads there are super narrow and curvy. When we went to San Gimignano, we must have spent about an hour and a half traveling down "40 km" of roads. I think the signs there indicate how long it is the to the next town "as the crow flies" so that it seemed to take forever to go a relatively short way. And with the curvy roads, us Hayner kids and our weak stomachs had our fill with the motion sickness.
-Women. Sooner or later you knew that I had to talk about them. I have thought for a long time that Italian girls weren't too attractive relative to the rest of the girls of European descent, but that's because I hadn't seen any real Italian girls--from the homeland. There were innumerable amounts of sweet looking Italian women. Maybe it's because most of the Italians in America are from the southern part of Italy and we were in the northern part of Italy, but my opinion has completely changed. And it wasn't just Italian girls. There were a lot of tourists from all over the place and I started being able to tell in many cases which ones were American and which ones were European. There was a certain....something to the European women. Whether it was vitality, grace, confidence, or just passion, the American women just looked kinda dead next to the European ones. I was walking through the Uffizi in Florence (one of the most famous art galleries in the world) and about two thirds of the way through, I saw this Italian women that just completely floored me. I had been admiring some of the women I saw the whole time, some of them were really beautiful, real works of art. But this one was the great art piece in that place. She was nearly perfect in every way, but her eyes especially, completely melted me. I was basically in a trance as I started merely eyeing the art on the wall and getting lost in the art that had long brown hair and a dark green dress. She looked about my age, maybe a little older, and she was with some girl friend of hers and a guy that looked in his mid to late 30s. They went out to the terrace at the end of the gallery and I sat just inside trying to get my head straight and figure out what I was going to do. I finally got up the courage to ask her if I could take her photo because I knew that I'd regret it forever if I wussed out and didn't do anything. So I walked out on to the terrace and she went to throw something out and as she was apart from her friends now, it was the best time to act. I breathed deep, went up to her and asked "Parlai Inglese" (Do you speak English)?? She said yes, so I said "I'm sorry...(I was all flustered and tongue-tied)...but you are so beautiful." At this point, she gave me a funny sort of surprised look and I continued "...and I was wondering if I could take your picture." She was like "oh..no, no" and smiling with embarrasment and walking away and I said "Not even a photo??" And she kept moving away, embarrassed, and then I got all embarassed and just walked away. I was seriously about to cry simply because I felt so emotional at this point. But I can say that I at least tried to capture some beauty.
-So all in all, it was a great trip. I seriously would love to go back there, either as studying abroad, or even perhaps *gasp* living there for awhile. It occurred to me while I was there that it seemed so much better than the US. And what is really stopping me from moving out of the country?? I mean, I was planning on living in Canada, but why stop there?? Why just not go where I felt more comfortable?? |
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| The Journey Home |
[Aug. 24th, 2004|10:34 am] |
OK jerks, I've got about 25 minutes before my class starts and I've been much too slow in updating my journal post-Italy trip, so here goes a rundown. Attempt to enjoy.
-Where we were in Italy, it probably looked like what you imagine Italy to look like. Tall, rolling hills, vineyards, rows of olive trees, cute little buildings. The air was truly thick with life; I felt it the first day I got there. Life and romance. We were staying in a villa just outside the village of San Polo in Chianti in Tuscany. I guess it was built for a duke in the 1800s. It was very nice; spacious, well-furnished, and classy yet old-fashioned.
-We had three day trips. One day to a small city called San Gimignano, the next to the larger city of Siena, and on Thursday to Florence. Those were probably the best days of the trip. I basically went off by myself on those days and visited the museums and the art galleries, while the rest of my family went shopping and such. I totally get a big hard on for medieval, and especially renaissance art. And I saw enough of that stuff to last me a lifetime, seriously. I can't even begin to count how many depictions of Jesus on the cross I saw.
So, I think I'm gonna get to class a bit on the early side. More to come soon. I know you all just can't wait. |
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| Keep me searchin' for a heart of gold |
[Aug. 12th, 2004|09:26 pm] |
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-Last night was Bobek's "good work" party for being such a good sport about the shitty job he had for 2 years (though fairly well paid). I got there pretty early on, around 7:30, and after a Cubs victory, much creedence, and much boozin, I left around midnight. Everybody was still there, but I don't like being in the same physical space with the same people for too long cuz I get bored. Plus, those couches in Bobek's garage are pretty uncomfortable to sit in. Unbeknownst to Lauren, she revealed her low baseball/Cubs IQ when she asked Bobek and I "Who is Rod Beck??" Ugggg.
-Cubs game today was brutal. I invested about 5 hours in watching that game, only to get it screwed up by a senile old ump who seems to have something against the Cubs. I'm not too upset about the Cubs losing 2 of 3 at home to the Padres, because I realize that we could have very easily won that series. Plus, we didn't even use Maddux or Kerry.
-The trip to Italy commences tomorrow. After talking about it last nite, it occurred to me that this trip could be a kind of pilgrimage, like Muslims going to Mecca. Maybe my soul will be set afire by the spicy Meditteranean heat and I'll come back a changed man. Or maybe I'll just stay in Italy and not tell anybody about it, roaming the countryside, picking up odd jobs, meeting strange characters, and a girl in every town.
-I think there are going to be internet cafe's that we may be near on a couple of days (such as the day we go to Florence), but I'm not going to waste my time telling you fuckers how Italy is going until I'm back. So fuck off. |
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