The Darkness 2/3
Washed Out 3/17
Nelly and Passion Pit 4/14
The Receiving End of Sirens 5/16
Third Eye Blind 5/19
Dave Matthews Band 6/6
The Wonder Years 9/5
Purity Ring 9/29
Polar Bear Club 10/24
Sky Ferreira 11/27
Nappy Roots 12/6
Japandroids and DIIV 12/9
Therefore I Am 12/21
Trans-Siberian Orchestra 12/23
shit this is going to be a busy semester. and I’m so poor. all i want to do is go shopping for the fall wardrobe of my dreams. i am so bored of my excessive amounts of unisex tshirts and other plain things, and i don’t like that every time i have to get dressed, i look at my tons of clothes and still think i have nothing cool to wear. comfort has always been one of the biggest deciding factors to what i wear, but maybe i should find something just more interesting. something that i think is cool. except, sometimes i do, and in that case, i waste my money buying clothes i think are cool, but really, it’s always something that’s uncomfortable/slutty/not warm enough for boston/against social norms/impractical in any way. i just started working part time while taking classes, but i feel like despite how tired i am after only a few days, i’m not ever really working enough hours to make the money i want. so really, C.R.E.A.M.
I’m back in America.
7 weeks abroad. There are so many things here that I’ve missed. Like. You really can’t understand how excited I am to get my full wardrobe back. I’ve been wearing the same like 6 outfits all summer. Also my iphone! Holy fuck it will be a wonderful day when I get back to Boston on Wednesday and I am reunited.
I’ve been boring on the internet lately too, I think. Maybe that’s just because I’ve been bored. I don’t know which.
Amsterdam and I really get along.
It’s the first city I’ve been to in Europe when I actually feel like, yeah, I could hang out here for a while. The weather is nice right now, a good temperature, and the biking is awesome. Amsterdam is built for bikes. It’s also further north, so the way I look physically fits in more with the average Northern European.
Last night I saw The Dark Knight Rises at the Tuschinski Theater, which is considered one of the most beautiful cinemas in the world. This morning I had an awesome breakfast experience.
It’s nice here. I could consider it.
I wish I had more money. Like I guess I’m materialistic, but I can’t say I care. I want to go shopping and actually buy stuff while I’m here. I haven’t even bought any gifts for anyone yet, nevermind treating myself to anything special and nice. And I have so many presents to get. That will be a strain on my bank account for sure. We go out to eat a lot, but like duh we’re going to do that. And even still we cook at least 4 or 5 times a week for either lunch or dinner. Drinks are expensive sometimes, but not always.
Cry me a river.
If so, one or both?
I’ve heard it’s the most painful piercing and you may lose some sensitivity. Can you breast feed later in life? I don’t know.
When in Rome, right?
Going to see Justice again tonight. Been kicking it so hard in Rome.
I want to do more shopping, but it is so fucking hot all the time. So far I’ve gotten two things from Brandy Melville, which is an American store. Everything in there is like USA USA!! and I don’t mind because I fucking love America. I can post pictures of what I got, if anyone cares. Doubt it.
I have one four-hour class a day, Monday through Thursday. Like we have so much free time. We also figured out that seeing the city at night is the best. It’s the perfect temperature and there aren’t many tourists. Like Thursday night Mike and I just sat high literally right next to the Colosseum. It was absolutely amazing.
I miss home, but this is all “once in a lifetime” kind of shit.
For 5 weeks. What the fuck. Italy just won the semi-finals. It was absolutely crazy. I’m sleep deprived.
I’m half trying to fit everything in before I leave on Wednesday, half being as lazy as possible so I can just relax. Tonight I’m doing dinner with some friends, tomorrow is my last day of work, tomorrow night is dinner with Mike, my dad and Deirdre, Saturday I’m going home for a hair cut, but there isn’t any time for me to get it dyed, Saturday night ~party~, Sunday night belated father’s day dinner, Monday shopping with Emily, Monday night through Tuesday I need to fucking pack.
Also, I’ve been feeling extra fat lately, but I have no self-control when it comes to my diet or exercising regularly. I wanted to be skinnier for Rome.
I obviously have not started to pack or really prepare in anyway, for no reason other than laziness. Me leaving doesn’t even seem real yet. I’ve never traveled for so long at a time, in a place so far from home. Fuck all if I can speak Italian.
It’s a study abroad, so I’ll be taking “classes”. I’ll be with my boyfriend the entire time. I’m sure I’ll still spend plenty of time on the internet (separation anxiety). And yet, I’ll be in another country doing god knows what. The fact that I can’t even imagine what I’m going to be doing a month from now is the part that hasn’t sunk in at all. I feel like there is never a lot of “unknown” in my life. I have control over everything even when I don’t have control over everything.
I want to take lots of pictures.
About to go sailing. I’ve already done so much shit this weekend, look at me go. I feel active and busy and all that good stuff. And like, it’s been fucking perfect outside the whole time. I know everyone and their mom claims to have Seasonal Affective Disorder, but that’s probably just because it’s true for everyone, including me. I never want to leave my bed in the winter just so I can be warm and comfortable and watch tv and eat and be fat. So far this weekend I’ve biked several times, went home for a day to see my friends from high school which was awesome, chilled with my mom, saw The Dictator, and spent hours outside.
Now I’m just gonna put my pinky up and relax on a sail boat all day in Boston Harbor.