ANGLE-YARD PARTYIN HARD

Rome, may: the 6th. already!noo 07.52pm

There's a party on my backyard. Not that I can call it a backyard since it is not at the back of my house, but at bottom of the crossing between two buildings. How do you call that? a bottomyard? Anyway it's like three windows down and there's a mess coming out of somewhere. Wait... someone just screamed. Believe Dario Argento (popoular italian movie director) once shoot some scenes of one of his horror movies in this "bottom-yard", even though I was too young to remember, it wouldn't surprise me since if you look down to it it really looks scary. (Not to mention the psychos living in my buildings... well... nevermind). Apparently the building in front of my room (which is not the same as the rest of the house because there's like three building angles around here)... well... apparently most of the houses here have been turned to student's houses. How do I know? -wait- someone is singing. I'm not used to singing. I'm used to Violin lessons and random sunday morning piano playing- I ain't prepared to singing sessions. Wait. he sang again. Oh Well. how do I know the houses are now being given to students? First because the rental here is HUGE and they'd be making a fortune out of it, second,the other day I was studying on the terrace of my building with my pc (which is not my boyfriend but is my Personal Computer, better known as laptop) (I even get free wireless from someone who doesn't know) well I was there and someone wishpered, then I looked up and there was a man on top of the front-building (yeah, the angle one) who was smoking. WTF smoking up there? Do you not own a window? I looked better and there was this shirtless guy leaning out of the window and looking at me. They scared the hell out of me cause I thought I was all alone with my smart thoughts of glory. The terrace is not a safe place anymore, I mean, I used to bring gentlemen up there at night...I mean to show them how beautiful it was, (what were you thinking?) Wait, maybe that's the reason somebody randomly leans out of the window. Oh my God... it's the owner of the wireless! He's coming over to get me!!

パｰティｰをします! ! !

MARBLE STATUES TURN ME

Rome, may: the 6th. already!aaa 12.30pm

..Just like the marble loaf cakes!
Meow. I just woke *_* ....SOOoOoo... Yesterday I woke up and my baby (read: PC) came over so we went for lunch and then we went to the Museo Borghese (a museum in the park) cause he had never seen it. As we walked in it started to rain bad. So we stayied in for like two hours cause wa had no umbrella. -we don't like umbrellas-. Now, since in order to get into that museum you have to get the pre-sale by calling them on the phone, every group is allowed to get in every two hours. Basically in one hour and a half it was EMPTY and there was just the two of us walking across the rooms. *Meowness* I think I have a crush on one of the statues, but I've just found out that there's NO picture of it in the internet. What a shame! He is located in the biggest room one the side, and he's dressed up in grape and holding sme of it it as well. He has the best figure ever and a pretty face. Mhmm what was I saying? Yeah. WHen we managed to get out cause the rain had calmed down a little we went for an ice cream at Giolitti's and then for a coffe at Saint Eustachio, (it's the best around. try it. It comes with sugar melted in) -I don't take sugar with coffee btw- . Whatever. Everybody always make fun of me cause I'm slow at drinking but I mean. What the hell is wrong with being slow? Where is it that you think you're going? It's all about reproduction and death and possibly being happy so.... I'm in no freaking hurry. I'm happy to be slow at cappuccinos. Take that.
Then we went to a coffee shop which is pretty much like starbucks cause you just sit at the tables with books and try not to bother people around you. When I went home I was tired and watched Vertigo. It was kind of cute, but not Hitchock's best one. I really don't get David Reed's obsession with it. I woke up to a phone call cause I couldn't hear the alarm clock. Phone calls have Chopin's etude in DOm, the alarm clock is an alternate version of Mozart's lacrimosa. I'm linking it here, if you wanna hear what I wake up-or randomly do not wake up-to. Goodday!

and they call it... a gift

Rome, may: the 4th. already! 09.09pm

Hi. Meow. I just had dinner and a massive dose of cookies as a dessert. I'm probably going to die of diabetes in a bunch of years. I mean, if I don't die falling under the line 60 bus. I randomly fall when I walk sometimes, guess cause my head is stuck in the clouds. Well today when I was coming back home I got a line that is probably gonna end up in the top ten of the "Funnies Lines I Hear From Horny Men In The Street": So I was walking and this man goes "That's some genuine meat. I mean smile, gift me with a smile at least, so that I can have a dream tonight. No? Not really? Alright, gorgeous" It took him like 2 seconds to say that all. I didn't even have the time to smile cause I was walking. Ahah. I mean, I could have. This goes straight to number three, topped by "You're making the time stop" and "You're one to marry"; this last one is probably not so unusual to get, but when I got it it was a sunday morning and I had just waken up, I hadn't even washed my face, my hair was pulled back and I was crossing the street to get the groceries bags from my mom in the car, in my pijama pants. I guess I should have married that guy.
I just bought the movie Vertigo cause I haven't seen it yet. Yeah yeah shame on me, I know. I wonder why anythime I want to get a movie it only comes in a special double dvd/double priced pack. It must be me. Or maybe one of the Gods, yeah, he's probably up there sending weird stuff to me to try to get my attention... must be the skirt.

whale and I get cozy

Rome, may! the 4th. already? 01.55pm

Hi. So I was supposed to go to a poem reading at Palazzo Chigi (where our globally-envyed italian laws are made & changed) but the laziness has taken over me. The Machiavelli reading by Morante is at 5 but I should be coming back home from uni to wear a fancy dress and that is Boooring. I know cause I did it once already, and it was even closer to home, at the Quirinale, (where our almost-useless President lives). Does anyone wanna go? I have the invitation. I am starved like suine-flued piggies. I have to take two pills half an hour before eating and two other right after I ate. Talk about enjoying a meal.
PS*
I just discovered in the mirror that I am fat and my brother looked me up and went "Oh. really?" like I have been for years. Maybe this does not sound fair to the really fat people so I'll just say I have to lose a couple kilos that won't allow me to wear skirts that don't lift up when I walk. But this is old news. Take care while I enjoy Arthur Danto & Greenberg.

and my head would float

Rome, may! the 3rd. Yay! 01.03pm.

Good Meowrning. I get more and more convinced everyday that I have a brain disfunction. Yesterday I was back home totally drunk at about 3am. After texting some highly X rated stuff to my poor PC, (an innocent victim of circustamces who wasn't even there), I fed the cat and went to bed. And I woke up and it was 8 in the morning. Eight? Have you ever seen 8 in the morning since school's up? Now, I do love early mornings, but WTF... Why would my brain bother to wake me up so early on sunday morning with no apparent reason? Bugged by the sound of birds in the lightening sky, I went to bed again. So here I am. Hi. My daddy invited me for lunch at his place. My mother is in Punta Ala at the sea and she's coming back tonight. My eyeballs hurt but I handle hangovers pretty well. Yesterday one was pretty bad. Some wise man once told me (and I was in Arizona at the time) that anybody who has blood from Abruzzi is a stronger person that never gets sicks. Aside from the unlucky patology I have, I believe that is true. So I am today sendind good vibes to the victims of the earthquake, cause they have what it takes to be happy! *yayee!* That is so not me, the person who's lost a lot of her friends because of her attitudes. *Goes & hide in a corner*
By the way, I'm getting drunk just because I am writing a book and I need to be in the same situations my main characters are.

spring thing was a hoax

Rome, may! thr 2nd. Yay! 08.03pm.

Saturday night divas.
Indeed. Where DIVAS stands both for women and for some-form-of men. So tonight it's dancing time. Nor that I am a fan of discos, I'm all about libraries and nerdism and stuff, but sometimes it's kind of fun to watch human beings act like they've never had an evolution from their ape-like inner state. Whatever that means, this I don't know. All I know is I'm never ever ever going to call a day a SUNNY DAY, at least not until I am 100 percent sure I am not going out for a walkpluscoffee and then find myself under some wild type of harsh tropical storm. Minute was past, the sun was up there again. I didn't get wet, like Nooooo. Whatever, enjoy your saturday night, I kind of planned mine quite good, so if you don't hear from me again til tomorrow night, it means I have had a good time. Or I have died.
xoxo,
Liló

in the middle of spring

Rome, may! thr 1st. Yay! 12.36pm.

Would you drink something that looks bright blue? Nor would I, but sometimes it gets necessary. Like the short thing I had yesterday, which totally got me drunk. Good way of enjoying a fast-on-a-motorbike-ride, anyway, especially if you top it with a warm white chocolate & cream croissant. Talk about friday night. Well it seems like I haven't informed you ont the local weather yet, and that is a shame, cause I spend like 80percent of my day talking about weather, mostly to strangers. I have become some kind of expert on clouds and wind. It's quite sunny, and it'd better be for the rest of the month, cause my birthday, right at the end of it, has always -and-I-mean-always-been a sunny day. I woke up like one hour ago and I still haven't had my crowned-with-brand new pills-breakfast. Hopefully someone will goin me for a brunch. Anyone? Anyone????? Nyone???
Get that. bitches.

there's a whale on my bed

Rome, april the 30th. 23.32 .

*Falls off on the desk like totally asleep* I went at the doc and I got this new therapy. *yayness* No, I am not dying yet, I'm just not-totally healthy and I need random therapies. Who wants some chocolate? My mom brought home a huge kinder easter egg. (like I didn't gain enough weight yet) I'm pretty sure she got in on sale somewhere since easter is been over for weeks. I hope it ain't rottening yet. It's almost over anyway, so hurry up. I'm watching a sad, depressing & boring movie starring both Meryl Streep and Glenn Close, and I'm not wasting anymore lines on that. Let's talk about SUINEFEVER. I mean how amazing is that? The economy is pushing everyone off the rails and someone comes up with a virus. Guess who's producing the vaccines for the piggypiggo HV? Not me, for sure. I really can't figure out how a pig fever may eventually spread among pigs in different areas and then infect the humans. It is a plot! I told you first! Ahah. Oh well. According to today's newspaper, brought here this morning from PC, those vaccines seem to provoke a rare condition leading to muscles paralyzation. How sexy, uh? Let's all get vaccinated! I'm soon to be paralyzed by sleep anyway, so goxoxodnight.

bestest way of waking up

Rome, april the 30th. 03.00pm .

My b/f just left. Meooow! He had joined me for a couple of hours cause he was in town this morning. *Yayeee* Well goodmorning everyone! I went out for breakfast today and half of the sky above was grey and other half was sunny. Right now it's still a sunny day. I have to go to the doctor at 5.30 so I can't go anywhere <_< I asked PC (prince charming=my boyfriend, get used to That) if he could smell the vanilla and he said NO. *__* He said I have to light it up to smell it and now I am kinda confused cause I am usually the one that doesn't smell anything because of my nose that is always busy battling pollen. Especially during this part of the year. My desk here is totally messed up and I ain't going to tell you how that happened. Right now I am sitting in front of the window with my feet up cause the sun's right abve my room. This only happens in springtime cause the buildings all around are pretty high. I mean are pretty high for the italian standards. After a month in NYC this summer being back here and looking at buildings was ridicolous cause they all looked small. Woha. That was interesting wasn't it? That's what I am doing here anyway. It's kinda windy as well. I really should be studying rather than do this. Or watch the Simpsons. My friend is at a wedding, she just texted me a picture of the location, just out of the city. It's raining over there. I hope the clouds won't make it here. If she gets back on time we'll go dancing tonight. I higly doubt she won't be tired as hell as she gets back, but I keep my fingers crossed, cause I am not going anywhere without her* Later, xoxo

MEOWING FOR VANILLA

Rome, april the 29th. 08.40pm .

Ok so I am back from my studying-on the grass-session. I didn't quite fail today... talk about improvement! My cousin even joined me for a couple of hours. Her kitty is sick *__* ...she needed distraction! The item you see above is a candle I bought a few days ago. It smells like vanilla; but I mean, it smells alot!... it smells even if you've never lighten it up! It's soo good it's making the entire room smell like vanilla. *_*. I love it! Yu can get it at Ikea in the garden goods area. I'm soon to be stopping cleaning it up cause the candle is doing all the work ^o^' ... (j/k!) Highlights of the day? None. Except for my green and black squared skirt that kept pulling up while I was walking cause my waist is small and my hips are not. That caused quite a mess because I went walking around holding it down everynow and then, and that seemed to call too much attention from every men on a lunchbreak I met in the street. That's one of few skirts I still fit in after easter eggs so. That's not my fault >_< I haven't seen Pince Charming Godot (read: my b/f) since friday cause he lives quite far and works a lot and I am like meeeowing *crying for his attention*. Well not really. I mean... My crying for attention toward a guy means he doesn't even notice and I bother my girlfriends 24/7. Feel lucky you ain't one of my friends. Gonna go have dinner! xoxo

GOODMORNING SUNSHINE

Rome, april the 29th. 1.00pm .

C'è il soleee! YaY!!! Good morning world. Temperature is at 20 celsius and not one cloud is around. I just woke up. (actually I woke up at 10.30, at 11 and at 11.30 trying to get up and totally failing). I am still in my underwear and trying to figure out and outfit. Wanna help? Sometimes I just wish I was in London or Tokyo, where you are allowed to wear anything that you feel like wearing and people don't stare at you like you have ebola. I have some huge backache today >_< and this is both cause my bed is broken (again) and for I went throught a very deep session of aerobics yesterday. (ouch!) I need a massage so bad. If I was single I would just call a friend and get a backmassage and a cappuccino delivered at home for free and return nothing but a smile. *true*... Well not now anyway. I am sleeping with this huge stuffed new whale. It almost feels like you're hugging a real person, at night. So of course I texted my b/f to show up soon cause he may get replaced. Is anybody interested in trash music? I am, especially in the morning. Want to hear some? Of course not. But I am linking it anyway. Later, xoxo

lo giuro sul canguro

Rome, 28 aprile 2009. come il frappe'.

Ciaoooo ogni tanto apro e chiudo il sito perchè sono una psicopatica ma questo piú o meno lo avevate intuito già qualche anno fa. Cmq ora è diventato un blog perchè sono pigra ed una pagina sola è meglio di 70mila da gestire. le vecchissime entries (mi sa ci sono solo quelle di NYC ed anche lì no è che fossi molto costante...) sono alle pagine precedenti. Voglio scrivre in inglese così ALMENO tutto questo rosa serve a qualcosa :D .il "qualcosa" è il mio improvement ^o^ Ciao ciao ciaoooo
Ok torno tra un po'*

SWEAR IT TO THE KANGAROo

Rome, april 28th 2009. like a milkshake.

Alright so. I decided not to talk to the mirror anymore cause it is kind of not so safe to my mental health. Nor that I may even try to be thinking about having a blog in english cause there's at least a million words I haven't learnt how to learn yet. Such as... Don't even know... I can't even think of translating a blog into english cause it'd look innatural both to me and to the audience. Well and since the "audience" seems to be mostly english, well... there you have it. An english blog. I am most likely going to just switch languages and try saying different things. That brings me straight to point one which is... why having a blog at all? Why even bother to spend money on a domain if you're not using it? I don't know, I have never really made sense at all so I guess it's fine. Anyway... to my beloved readers: if you're willing to comment my silly posts, well you can't cause I ain't paying for a MySql and I don't have the comment boxes allowed on here. (you have to pay for those)... if you still feel like you GOT TO talk to me then just do it over at one of the links on the side. Or just get on msn. Me always there. Me always nerdy at home talking to mirrors. You might also be wondering WTH did you need a blog? Who are you? The answer you guys is NO. I just find it relaxing to write. Not necessarily to be read. So, if you are american and you know me... ...HHHHIIIIII! *waves and hugs*. Think I am done for the day. xoxo

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TROVATA SOGLIA ETILICA

by O. on Agosto 2008 25 ore 20?

VA bene lo ammetto: sono una pessima blogger... Ma non è colpa mia se nn ho avuto il tempo di scrivere qui, giuro! E'stata la settimana (o erano due) più frenetica della mia vita. Gli highlights? HMHMM. SOno appena stata in un dunkin donuts con la chiara intenzione di comprare una ciambella, invece mi sono ritrovata con quattro ciambelle perchè il tizio me ne ha regalate tre. Sono miracolosamente dimagrita con una dieta di soli FRAPPUCCINI e MARBLE LOAF poi fatemi pensare-... ah si. Sto lavorando come set intern in un film con Andy Garcia. Troppo lungo da spiegare ma ho semplicemente un gran CULO. in tutti i sensi. Sono incappata nel set per strada a Tribeca Square e uno dei produttori dopo un po' che stavo lì è venuto a fare amicizia ^_^ KE BELLO dovrei finire anche nei titoli di coda ^_^
poi poi... sono andata con marty a ballare poi ho visto cose... ho scoperto ke qui ci sono dei posti dove fanno il karaoke con la band dietro; in stile SONO UNA STAR è stato divertrente vedere tutta quella gente cantare alla Steve Tyler. Brooklyn è molto carina sono stata li' al cinema all'aperto un posto enorme pieno di fattoni bello bello ho anche visto un film figo appena mi ricordo il nome ve lo dico. Sto spendendo tutti i miei soldi in moda e right now la mia unica preoccupazione è trovare un vestito per la festa di fine rirpese del filmn, che si chiama City Island.
Mi sono anche ubriacata troppo venerdi sera... mhmm... mi arrivano sms strani da gente matta... poi poi poi... NON VOGLIO TORNARE PIU'! :P Torno presto e dico meglio tutto lo prometto.

PS Uno dei tizi ke lavorava nel moma mi ha lasciato il suo numero scritto sulla mappa. Ma dico ma il professionalism??? <_<

NEW YORK CITY BEEEERS

by Olyukk on Agosto 2008 1t. ore 10,30?

AAAllora. Non bastavano i grassi saturi dei frappuccini di Starbucks, ora il senso di colpa te lo fanno venire ancor prima di aver fatto colazione. "Hi, sono un marble loaf cake e h 480 calorie." Giuro. Prima non c'era... immaginate che piacere ordinare un Mocha e un Cake e scoprire che stai ingerendo 1100 calorie. <_< Bastardi!!! Due giorni fa ho visto una scenetta unica. Ero sulla 7th altezza Times Square e in meno di 3 minuti è arrivato un nuvolone enorme con diluvio universale. Si sono messi tutti a correre come pazzi... Qui i tuoni sono tuoni davvero, sbattono sulle pareti degli edifici e fanno un casino terrificante. Due ragazze hanno urlato ed una vecchia pazza si è messa a urlare anche lei. Ho visto un signore basso e calvo incellofanato dalla testa ai piedi. Mi sto comprando mezza Manhattan in cloths and shoes. E la cosa nn va bene perchè sono qui solo da due giorni. Un'altra cosa, l'altro ieri Ale mi ha portato insieme al fratello (di cui ignoravo l'esistenza) in un ristorante di sushi dall'aria stilossissima. Era la mia prima sushivolta. Il sushi è buono ma non capisco tutto questo pazzo amore. Meglio la cucina italiana!

Brooklyn is the new Manhattan. Quindi ieri siamo andati -in moto- a Brooklyn a bere birra Jamaicana. (giuro). Ho conosciuto un sacco di aspiranti artisti e produttori, a quanto pare qui è una cosa diffusa. Manco fossimo ad LA <_< ...C'è un negozietto di cuccioli qua davanti troppo bello. Ieri ho provato 75 vestiti da MAcy's ma nn me ne piaceva nessuno, anzi me ne piaceva uno solo che ovviamente costava un miliardo e non 25 dollari come tutti gli altri. Oggi Ale va negli Hamptons, stasera Zack & Sam ci portano (me e Martina) a una festa privata in un club. Io ho un pessimo rapporto con lo champagne gratis. Speriamo bene :D Bene mi sono appena svegliata e ora vado a fare colazione con senso di colpa. Ma quant è bella questa città! Tornerò presto da voi!