Coco Chanel Would Be Proud
Today I bought a Little Black Dress!
And for summer, I found this sundress:
Now, if only I could get it to stop snowing in Spokane. I can't wait for summer weather in California.
Today I bought a Little Black Dress!
And for summer, I found this sundress:
Now, if only I could get it to stop snowing in Spokane. I can't wait for summer weather in California.
So my parents were here this last weekend to see my sister's play (the hilarious and French "Tartuffe") and they bought us BOTH flowers because they love me too.
Things I am looking forward to this weekend:
Eating Indian food while watching The Darjeeling Limited with my roommate.
The ultimate sister date to see The Other Boleyn Girl - perhaps not the most obvious sister date, since it's really about their rivalry, but Becky and I both love the novel. Also, we're kind of expecting the movie to butcher it, but hopefully it's still a good film.
Having a better weekend than I've had in a while.
So, I like buying movies on impulse. It's especially thrilling if I haven't seen them, but have a pretty good idea that I'll like them. Fortunately, this is often the case, and is the reason that I own Garden State, Run Lola Run, The Last of the Mohicans, and now Across the Universe.
I'm not sure if anyone ever checks this blog anymore. If you have been, you've probably noticed that I've been neglecting this blog and my new blog that I introduced in the previous post. What can I say, I've been unmotivated or something.
Hello, friends and faithful readers. I have taken some time off from updating a daily blog (as I'm sure you've noticed) mostly because I am lazy. I have appreciated your comments and everyone who has asked me to return.
The things I have learned this summer:
Home for the weekend. Camp is AWESOME!! I just spent three nights painting Cair Paravel and I'm still scraping gray paint out from under my fingernails.
Well this is it, folks. I leave for camp tomorrow, training starts on Sunday and kids start arriving next week. I'm not sure how often I'll be near a computer, but I'm sure I'll have a few chances to update over the summer. So, keep checking.
Now there is a word I cannot pronounce. It's the kind of dog that one guy likes to photograph all the time, and he'll give them the dog's head but a human body. Does anyone know what I'm talking about? Anyway, I can't say that word, but I'm working on it. It used to be "whim-ih-ra-ha-ha," but now I walk around mumbling, "Why-mer-anner, WHY-mer-anner..." It's a work in progress.
Here's a story! This one time when I was little, my eyes were itchy and watering and red, and I couldnt stop rubbing them and they kept getting worse and worse. So my mom administered some eyedrops. It was only after my eyes started burning that she looked at the bottle and realized that she had grabbed Tough Actin' Tinactin by accident. The moral of the story is, you don't need to treat your eyes for athlete's foot. Or something. That was a random story, I don't know why I thought of that. Actually, maybe it was the Tough Actin' Tinactin commercial 15 minutes ago.
As some of you know, I will be working at a summer camp this summer, starting this weekend. Aside from the state of perpetually packing for it, and the shopping/to-do list that keeps growing longer, I have the task of thinking of a camp name. This is a delicate business, since I will be called this name all summer, and presumably in summers to come, so it has to be something that I won't hate after the first three days.
I'M SHRINKING. I went to the doctor today and they said I was 5'8" and a half. BUT LAST TIME I WAS 5'9" AND A HALF! So I basically lost an inch. The guy there said I wasn't shrinking and was probably just inaccurately measured before, but all I heard was LIES!! Make sure to come see me now before I shrink into the floor.
In honor of this occasion, I am eating a tangerine popsicle.
Last time I said I would put up pictures, so here they are. I never put up pictures from the NYC and Boston trip we took in December, so I'll do those.
The sister and I outside the Greek Restaurant near Barnard College.
The Empire State building. I remember when this picture was taken - we were climbing out of the subway and it appeared in front of us, and I remember how silver it looked.
The General Assembly at the UN.
We recognized this statue outside the UN. In case you don't, let me refresh your memory. Turns out that it was a gift from Finland, so it all makes sense.
Watching the ice skaters at Rockefeller Center.
We are little Triceratops babies, and we are sad because we are extinct. So...we're weird.
Heck yes T-Rex.Wellesley College. I mean, what?
I'm home in sunny California!! That's always exciting. I have about a month of doing nothing, then I'll be working as a camp counselor with middle school kids. Not sure what that will be like, but I guess I'm willing to sacrifice my sanity for $135 a week. Kind of pathetic, whatever.
I'm sitting here and I really have nothing to say. I thought I would update because it has been a while. Life has been really good, really busy and hard at times but also just wonderful. I definitely don't get enough sleep (I took a two hour nap this afternoon and that doubled the total for the last 24 hours), definitely feel exhausted most of the time and have so much that needs to get done. But whatever. C'est la vie. I try to focus on the positive, and it's really not hard because there is so much good.
Well, it's been...FOREVER.
Here's another fun activity: Google "Your Name + Needs" and "Your Name + Wants," then compile a list of the results. Funny stuff. Apparently, I'm pretty needy and I want a lot of stuff.
Caroline needs to be more sexy.
Caroline needs new management. So who's to blame for the contamination of the sewer system?
Caroline needs to calculate an hourly heat input rate for her natural gas.
Caroline needs at least ten frogs from each location.
Caroline needs a job.
Caroline needs the money but is reluctant to take from a child.
Caroline needs an MRI every year for the rest of her life.
Caroline needs to be able to trust her heart.
Caroline needs help to deliver food and medicine to the starving Cheyenne people, to whom she owes her life.
Caroline needs to help the cake loosen slightly before it comes out of the pan.
Caroline needs some work on her teeth.
Caroline needs a kiss...
Caroline needs a better fiancee!
Caroline needs to be prevented from leaving the house.
Caroline needs to learn, roses really smell like poo poo.
Caroline needs to come get dirty with us one week!
Caroline needs boys, preferably ones in bands and floppy hair.
Caroline needs the support of the local farming community.
Caroline needs some Fanta too.
Caroline needs to be mocked for saying this.
Caroline needs to ask, “Do we want to end up like that?"
Caroline needs to have some good food in her.
Caroline wants to know why you called her a dork on my myspace?
Caroline wants advice on what to do about the stolen parcels.
Caroline wants a baby but she's confused.
Caroline wants you to send her email – that’s entirely consistent with her character.
Caroline wants to talk to Michael, she has something important to tell him but he wants to know more about her. Why is she so mysterious and secretive?
Caroline wants to be recognized for the patterns of light in her paintings and drawings.
Caroline wants to buy her own tuba.
Caroline wants to wear her leotard and tutu to school every day until she makes prima ballerina.
Caroline wants to skip college and become a runway model.
Caroline wants to be a pilot.
Caroline wants you to know just how awesome we are.
Caroline wants to drive from Fairbanks, Alaska to the tip of Chile.
Caroline wants to visit the Cotswolds, she heard it was “edgy” 500 years ago.
Caroline wants to know what love is like.
Caroline wants to see you in your hot and sexy boxers and a smile...and nothing else!
Caroline wants to be known as Carlo von Tiedemann.
Caroline wants me to learn to play "Sweet Home Alabama."
Caroline wants to make love to Matt’s car, or in Matt’s car, or on Matt’s car.
Caroline wants me to look at how high she can swing.
Caroline wants you?
Caroline wants to contribute to world domination.
Caroline wants to point out that there was also a scorpion, though that was lurking under the bed in our room.
Caroline wants to study botany and is accomplished at mathematics - not desirable traits in a woman in Regency England.
Caroline wants to go back to New York.
Caroline wants him, but he definitely doesn't want her.
If you feel like doing something really sentimental but kind of cool, here's what you should do. Off the top of your head, make a list of the first 50 children's books that you remember reading (or listening to) when you were young. I'm taking a Children's Literature class, and although the activity I just described was not assigned (well, not exactly, we do need to choose 50 children's books to read, so I made the list to brainstorm some ideas for that), I really enjoyed doing it. It's crazy to think about, because I've always been a voracious reader, and my childhood was when it all really started and it's kind of cool to look back and see how it affected who I am now. Anyway, so I'm looking forward to rereading some of my favorite books from back then, but also ones I don't remember as well or have never read. It's crazy, I looked up a book that I remember my fourth grade teacher reading to us, but I never read it myself. So it will be interesting to see how much I remember. I also found one that I did a book report on in sixth grade, that I remember nothing about. So, should be interesting.
So, I haven't updated in a really long time. Maybe you've noticed. Maybe you've celebrated. Basically, I just suck at life or something. Or not. Whatever.
I love flying. There is really no part of it that I don't like. True, having your ears pop is kind of lame, and if you're prone to motion sickness, then I guess that really sucks. I think my favorite part of flying is taking off, landing, and all of that floating in between. I even like turbulence. I think that's a pretty clear indication that something is wrong with me.
Pretty sure I haven't posted in a while. Not sure what's up with that. Does that mean I have a life now? That might be cool.
I just wanted to report that after singing for two hours straight two nights in a row, my voice is remarkably husky and sexy sounding. This is a moment in time that I want to record. Thank you. Pass the cough drops.
Well, life has been relatively uneventful since I've been home. I went to San Francisco with my mom, aunt and cousin a few days ago. That was interesting.
I know I do. In four days, we saw five Broadway shows, met up with two friends from California who now live in New York, did some shopping, some sightseeing, and basically admired the snowy city decorated for the holidays. Here's a not-too-brief account of our trip (so far, we're not home yet. We're visiting some friends of mine at Wellesley College, outside Boston, while my sister checks out the school).
"Maybe we should just try to use another lion." -Caroline
My Top 3 Favorite Moments in the History of my Parents' Driving:
Things I am Happy about:
Back in California, and I'm not sure I can handle the culture shock. In case you didn't know, bacon is really crispy in the US and they drive on the right hand side of the road. And they all have these funny accents. At least I brought some McVities back with me (aka chocolate digestives), so I can get those out when I start to feel homesick for England. Everything is so different now.
St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican. One of the better sights and it's free. Cheryl and I did our "No Admissions!" dance. Except that it was only me.
Pretty terrible picture of a really awesome hallway in the Vatican Museum which led (eventually) to the Sistine Chapel. The walls were covered with old looking maps of different parts of Italy. And I'm a sucker for old looking maps.
As for the Sistine Chapel itself, it was on the border between...cool and unimpressive. Maybe unimpressive isn't the word. Of course it's impressive. But it's just a lot smaller than you expect and much less spectacular. And there's no picture because if you take one then the security guys kill you and once you're dead, God's probably pretty angry at you too. Decided not to risk it.
Inside St. Peter's Basilica. I think it's the biggest church in the world or something. Or at least towards the top of that list. I'm pretty sure that the main altar (the brown structure in the middle) is over Peter's tomb.
Me and St. Peter. I think you're supposed to kiss his foot, but everyone just seemed to be rubbing it, so I did as the Romans do.
We ate lunch with a view of the Coliseum, the Arch of Constantine, and the Roman forum. So I guess that was pretty cool.
They took out the floor of the Coliseum so you can see the system of tunnels underneath, like where the tigers that jumped out at Russell Crowe came from.
Here's a better picture.
Anyway, I think we both agreed that the Coliseum was our favorite sight in Rome. Otherwise, Rome really didn't do much for us.
The Arch of Constantine, which I know absolutely nothing about. It's between the Coliseum and the Roman Forum.
A few blocks away at the church of St. Peter's in Chains (San Pietro Vincoli or something like that in Italian, I'm way too lazy to check right now). In other words, those are (allegedly) the chains that bound Peter when he was imprisoned in Rome.
Statue of Moses in the same church, with horns (misinterpretation of "rays") coming out of his head.
Awesome Roman sky.
Possibly my favorite pizza box ever.
We're at the Roman forum!
Another shot of the Forum. Another free sight and pretty cool. We like old stuff. Cheryl's a history major and I almost was, so we're walking around like, "This is so cool! We are so dorky!"
The pillar that Peter was chained to in the Mamertine Prison. There's also a spot on the wall (not in the photo) where you can supposedly see his face, where it was imprinted when a guard pushed him into the wall. It's pretty awesome, it actually looked like a face.
Anyway, that's pretty much it for pictures.
Flying home wasn't too bad. Well, actually it was. I had three flights (Rome to Paris, Paris to Houston, and Houston to SF). Had to wake up at 3:15am for the first one, the second one was delayed 90 minutes, which meant I missed the third one and had to take a later one, but I sure had to run through the Houston airport to get to it and I was still the last person to board.
And here's the real tragedy: I was looking forward all day to the point where I could say, "I have nothing to declare but my genius," but it turns out they don't really have you do that in Houston. At least the Customs Guy was impressed that I was traveling alone internationally and all that.
"Are you by yourself?" (Really dumbfounded.)
"Yeah. I know. I'm that cool." (Okay, I only said "Yeah.")
Anyway, so now I am home again, wearing clothes I forgot I had. I tried to play the piano yesterday and it was pretty mediocre. I guess I'll have six weeks to practice. I'm going to start pulling out my hair if I don't find something to do. At least it's almost Thanksgiving and people will be home this weekend.
Went to a Cal basketball game the other night. We had to leave early, but if Cal won (which I think they did) it was the 500th win for their coach in his college coaching career. So that was pretty cool.
Random facts: I have the worst sore throat within memory and I no longer possess the ability to sleep in. I hope this is temporary. I have woken up consistently between 6:45am-7:30am over the last few days, and it's depressing me.
Anyway, hope you all have the best Thanksgiving ever and if you like me you should call me or come over to visit because I'm cool or something. Alrighty, bye.
We arrived in Rome at about 1pm this afternoon and checked into our hotel. Then we relaxed for a while and headed out to see the Trevi Fountain and the Pantheon. While we were walking down the street, we looked down to see a face staring back up at us. There was randomly a pig's head resting on the sidewalk. I think we were both speechless for about the next block.
Yesterday we slept in until lunch (that felt good) and went for a walk on the south side of the Arno River (most of the major sights and museums for Florence are to the north, where we stayed, but the south side is more scenic, I think - more trees, and a great view of the city once you get up the hill).
The first thing that hit us when we walked into this church was the scent of candles. It was absolutely silent, and dim and cool.
Unlike most of the cities we've visited, where they expand around the old walls so you find them randomly in commercial areas and whatnot, the city walls of Florence are still very scenic.
Florence has some gorgeous buildings, but Cheryl and I were glad to see some trees.
We were debating over whether it would be rude to take a picture of the painter, but then a group of excited Italian children in matching blue jumpsuits and red hats rushed over to him and crowded around, talking loudly and looking at his work. We decided we weren't that bad.
We eventually reached Piazza Michelangelo, which has a replica of our favorite statue - David. And when I say we, I mean me.
I'm kind of a dork (if you hadn't noticed), because I found a copy of Puccini's "La Boheme" that Baz Luhrmann directed in Australia (I saw his production in SF...what can I say, I love Baz. He made Moulin Rouge) on DVD, and I pretty much had to buy it. I'm not a big opera person, but there you go. Anyway, so we went back and watched that. Then I stayed up until midnight to register for classes. Then I stayed up until 2am, because I do that.
This morning was fun. I woke up with about 150+ bites from some nasty bedbug or something (note: the hotel is clean, but it wasn't the brightest idea to take the spare blanket out of the closet and sleep with it, no matter how cold it was). They're mostly on my neck and arms, but there are some like on my forehead and ears. It's pretty pathetic. The ones on my wrists look especially depressing - really pink spots on my poor white skin. I look diseased. Anyway, sorry if this was the "too much information" post, but my life is pretty itchy right now. Hopefully they'll disappear soon. Like tomorrow.
Anyway, we went to the Accademia and Uffizi today. The highlight of the Accademia is Michelangelo's "David." Pretty much the only reason for going, but it's worth it. Pretty sure that my sister and I both have crushes on him. Cheryl wasn't too smitten, but I think she was glad we went. And the Uffizi is full of great stuff - Leonardo's "Annunciation," Botticelli's "Primavera" and "The Birth of Venus," etc. So, all in all, a good day.
We went back to the restaurant where we ate on the first night. Cheryl said something like, "It's our last night in Florence!" and I replied "This is where I ate last time it was my last night in Florence!" Basically, this is the restaurant I eat at in Florence.
Anyway, we're headed for Rome tomorrow morning, and I don't know if I'll luck out with wireless internet again, so the next time I update I may be back in the States. We'll see. Until then, I hope you're having a great life.