ciao from bologna

I'm finally in Bologna though the trip to get here was super super long.

My first flight from Vancouver to Paris Charles De Gaulle airport was 12 hours long (longest 12 hours ever with screaming and puking kids left right and centre, lol... but it's all good). Somewhere there was a stop over in Calgary where I got into a stupid argument with a stubborn guy who was confused why I was sitting in his seat so I could let a family sit together with their little kids. From Paris, I caught the RER metro to get to a completely different airport in Paris to check in all over again and fly off to Pisa. In general, speaking broken french is better than speaking exclusively in english because the attitudes of French people change. As long as you try, they are nice, lol. When I arrived in Pisa, it felt like I walked into a wall of humidity. It was 40 degrees outside in sauna-like conditions... never felt it before. Simon was waiting and immediately we had to run to catch the last trains to Bologna where we are staying. Jordan was there to greet us. Stopped at this hole in the wall to eat a gelato... my god. best gelato ever!!! Went to bed after we got home. This is what ensued the following day...



Ate pizza... real pizza for lunch. DELICIOUS.
Now I understand why Italians always say pizza here is craaaaaaaap. There's no such thing as pepperoni in Italy, lol. Plus! Pizza is NOT greasy.


A hole in the wall with a view of the river running through Bologna



Same shot


There's towers all over Bologna... these structures were built during the medieval times so it's interesting to see how old meets older.


lol, of all days... there's a gay pride celebration. Obviously not as big of a celebration as it is in Canada. Yesterday, there was a riot going on in Roma to oppose the gay pride celebration over there. fascists in opposition... literally.


more tower.

Italy's president... Silvio Berlusconi... one of the richest men in the world but also one of the most ridiculous. He's made so many inappropriate misogynist comments in public... I don't understand why he's able to run the country.


a tower that's leaning... or kinda sinking into the ground



Say hello to the netuno (neptune) fountain


Neptune obviously had control over his manhood.


Naked ladies with water coming out of their nipples under neptune


When I thought neptune had a hard on.

Overall, it's funny how all this is located right across from a huge HUGE church (it was supposed to be the largest in the world but one of the popes way back in the day stopped it). So.. there's a half-finished church with the most amazing architecture inside. Unfortunately, no pictures allowed. I had to wear shirts to cover up my shoulders to be decent.

Anyways, it's late afternoon and everyone is napping because it is TOO frickin' hot outside. I have way more pictures but I'll probably post up a link on flickr when I get home because this computer takes forever to load.

Until next time! Who knows when...

In Europe

Bye bye for now.

her name's dita

[images: madonna circa 1992; photographer: Steven Meisel]

I'm in love with the 1992 madonna. Her book entitled, Sex, looks amazing!

Anyways, it looks as though I'm going to go back to ubc next year to do nursing finally. I can't wait to be a part of the field!

Newsflash: "Homo sex is a threat to national security"

strutting your stuff down the street music

The Herbaliser - Sensual Woman

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I'm finally done all my courses at UBC for this silly degree. Apologies if I haven't been keeping up on this blog regularly. My momma somehow deleted all the bookmarks on this computer so it's tough trying to rack back and remember everything.

My last final was last wednesday and now I'm freeeeeee! (and sick)
The last few weeks were kinda awkward. Stalker awkward. I hate how class ended at 10 pm at night and having to book it to the bus stop. What do you do when you discover that your conversation partner throughout the term has actually had a history of stalking/pervert behaviour. That's what I discovered and freaked the hell out. creepy old balding guy IS actually creepy old balding guy. He'd follow me home on the bus and talk weird shit... I didn't think much of it at the time because I'm used to working with older classmates. I had the head of Italian studies approach me to warn of this individual because apparently he takes 1st year language courses for the sole purpose of meeting girls. blargh, anyways.. it's over.

No real updates to report as of late. I bought a shit load of chocolate.. like, 6 banker's boxes FULL of chocolate. I love dressew. I leave Canada for Europe next thursday but the reality of it hasn't fully set in yet. I'm still trying to tutor as many kids to pilfer what little money I can. As depressing as it sounds, I'm going to miss the little buggers. They're so innocent (or seemingly so anyways). In other news... Indiana Jones really sucked (well, the latter half of the movie did anyways).

I think I'll set up a separate blog to post up pictures and stories of the trip. Please keep it rated G.

envisioning tomorrow, today!

New Wearable Feedbags Let Americans Eat More, Move Less

missus promiscuous, where art thou?

[image: terry richardson; tom ford spring/summer 2008]

putting together my kit feels lacklustre these days.
the smell of taut leather and cold steel on marble floor -
i've grown tired of smelling the same sour sweat of nameless men.
my turn to become faceless, removed -
my turn to try on the venetian mask

ballroom dancing.
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I am so exhausted. Between trying to save gas, tutor kids, finish school and take care of others, I can't wait to have a break for myself. I want to sleep a nice long sleep. Eat a nice balanced meal. Read a book. Draw a picture. Write a line.

i can't sleep right. i wake up covered in sweat. I hate it when that happens.