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| Italia Roma 
The Colosseum is more or less essential
Are we happy? This is unprecedented!
Oh, nevermind.
Action Shot!
The classic Gladiator: smoking a butt
This pretty much sums it up
Fountain
Mom thinks that I look like this sculpture. Thank god I got my hair cut, that is atrocious.
Woah
Firenze 
Siena 
Venezia Milano
Okay. There are so many more ridiculously good pictures but I'm posting this on August 14 and will probably never touch it again. I might though. In any case I might as well post these for now. To be continued (if the whim strikes me). | | |
| Um I've spent the past ten minutes blankly drumming through the 14 pages of notes that I just finished taking on one of my PA books. And when i say one, i mean one singular book, as in one of the three, as in one that i have dedicated 6 hours to and subsequently I now have to dedicate an equal amount of time to my two other books. The book is called The Negro in the Making of America and I just might give it a bid for the worst book of all time. My only question is, what type of crack were Difran and Wilkinson inhaling when they told us that this version of PA would be easier than writing a research paper? In other news, track is now done and it has been medically confirmed (by myself) that I happen to suck at running. For the few weeks prior to my glorious departure to Italy, I plan to do nothing but consume food and not budge from my seat for as long as I can possibly hold out. Because as we all know, it's much better to wallow in self pity when something bad occurs than to find a productive answer to the solution (i.e. take my fat ass for a jog). School persists in being the biggest downer of my life, but after nearly ten months of gloom and doom, I think I've finally grown accustomed to not sleeping and pumping out useless accumulations of information in the form of essays, math homework, and "art" related projects. Now that I've given a brief yet stunningly pessimistic overview of the events of the past two months, my next enthralling reading selection for PA (Coming of Age in Mississippi) is practically screaming my name. Au revoir! | | |
| I love Juanes. Life has been kind of on the wild side lately. If not wild, eventful. And tiring. But I just realized that I don't want to get into it. So I'm not going to. I'm just going to leave it at that. And perhaps highlight some of the more exciting occurances, and by that I mean by trip to Boston with Jen King that took place today. It was lovely. We ate, shopped, and met several interesting characters. She's basically the sluttier, half-asian version of me. Thank God SATS are over. For now. Until I have to take three SAT IIs. Just shoot me in the face cause this is never going to end. School is awful lately and I've adopted a policy that I like to call 'not doing my homework.' It hasn't been working out for me too well so far and I might have to re-assess the situation. In general I'm exhausted and not terribly eager for spring track to start cause I don't need anything more on my plate right now. But maybe it will force me to start sleeping again or something. I'm pretty sure I lead an unhealthy lifestyle now, which perhaps is the cause of my constant 'I feel like shit' state of mind. I'm pretty sure this is the answer to my problems: 
Watching The Dreamers. In fact, I think I'll go do that now. POST SCRIPT: I realize what a weird post this has been. I just don't care to change it. | | |
| I take it back. Jean Claude is a terrorist. Jean Claude is a terrorist and I am a mess. I wish I could say that I'm happy but I really don't feel that way. I think the circumstances are as best they could be because I'm not in any rush to go in any particular direction and making rash decisions is generally regretable. I'm such a cynic it kills me that I fell into one of those 'find myself' ruts. What the hell. I hate being sixteen. I almost died tonight because the roads were terrible and my brakes didn't stop me from sliding onto 140 with some asshole going 60 in my direction. Don't listen to me. I'm just in a terrible mood right now. I am the most frustrating person I know. | | |
| Jean Claude: A Photo Essay 
Meet Jean Claude.
Jean Claude likes to read.
and play the piano.
Jean Claude likes cats.
Cats do not like Jean Claude.
Jean Claude likes to practice good hygiene.
and to drink.
Jean Claude does not like to drink and drive.
Jean Claude likes the great outdoors.
Jean Claude likes fine art.
Jean Claude likes to sleep
But most importantly, I like Jean Claude.
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