My mom made the dress I wore to junior prom. It was a really pretty dress. So pretty that we have a picture hanging in our dining room of me and my prom date. Every family dinner, Sam sits in on our conversations. We haven’t spoken since he left for college the following fall. The other night while skyping my best friend commented on how weird it was that he was in my dining room. A few other friends came over and asked about it two days ago while we ate dinner. The consensus is that Sam being in my dining room is weird.
Last night Sam messaged me to ask me to lunch. This morning I took down the picture.
People who give me feelings make me twitch.
Ryan Hurst circa Remember The Titans
Ryan Hurst circa Sons of Anarchy
So, unlimited wine with dinner is not just a thing, it is THE thing here.
Garelick milk sucks. Oakhurst milk is like drinking angel tears. In a good way.
They don’t have either here, just reminiscing about milk. Here you don’t even have to refrigerate milk which makes me nervous so I do anyway
My friends put me in charge of walking someone home because I looked the most sober. Turns out I just look more sober than most people. Looking does not equal being.
I need to shower now because I know I won’t before my 9 am and that won’t be good because I have classes all day tomorrow. Why can’t you listen to an ipod in the shower? Why did Steve Jobs die before he figured this out? God doesn’t want us to have that much power yet.
I’m leaving a clementine under my pillow for after my shower. I am so good to me.
For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
that song We Are Young by fun. could have been good but it’s really just not.
the time change here is kind of nice when you get home from the bars and can at least read the live tweet of the bruins game.
shameless is one of the most interesting shows on tv right now.
i’ve confirmed that my roommate is a racist, but tonight she drunkenly tried to educate me about the oppression of albanians in italy. this isn’t a thing i think, it’s a thing that happened and i don’t know what to think.
My roommates still groan when I try to listen to anything that isn’t Katy Perry or Bruno Mars, but I made friends with a bartender and he told me he’ll show Bruins games for me.
It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss.
Jonathan Safran Foer
I need to stop reading books with children as main characters. They make me too sad.
i can’t put this on the blog that my parents read, but i have to tell someone. OLD GUYS IN BARS. EVERYWHERE.
in italy, you can buy beer at the dollar store and drink it in the street but, there is a price you have to pay. and that price is old guys in bars. and clubs. i went to what i assume is my first real club tonight. OLD GUYS. ALL UP IN THERE. and if there was a young guy who was good looking he was either a. making out with my roommate and/or b. had multiple ear piercings,
give my roommate two shots and she gets friendly
watch yourself, there are old guys out there.
we should have stuck with that irish place. they had old guys, but at least they had free shots.
it’s hard to watch 30 rock illegally in europe.