scrap booking

i have been scrap booking for a while now. i've never really been the type to do what people now know as "scrap booking". its always just been my vibe, what i want goes in, pics and stuff... but nothing fancy or magazine worthy. and i've always loved it, but i haven't done it in about 2 years. because of a number of things, time, i didnt have a camera, and i just got so busy seeing friends before we left. but today i wanted to restart. i had a book i had all these exciting ideas, like i was gonna make it more of a visual diary, with my writing, like a mix of a journal and a scrap book. needless to say it was a disaster. and i spent the whole day faffing, with no inspiration or drive and i ended up making the most hideous lame pages.
im so bummed.
i used to love it...
changes like that are the ones i dont like.

a new post

its a new day!
o.43 a.m. yay for that. i love that it counts as a new day even though it isnt, really.

i have a friend who says that you have to sleep before it counts... lame! it counts from one minute after midnight. a new start! all the time...

yesterday wasn't a great day for me.. but hey! i've got now... TODAY.. and that's what is so important...

SISTERS!

i very much so heart my little sisters...

they come and sleep in my room and keep me up all night telling me useless information when i have a test the next day... they have all the best intentions to make me cocao at midnight.. try to make me feel better (they're pretty bad at that.. :D )help me manage my blog accounts...design pages.. and they're still so young!
They're the best!
and two of the most talented, hilarious, charming and beautiful people i know.

Sisters... (no names mentioned... lol) if you are out there.. YOU READ LIKE THE BOMB :D hahahaha and i don't know who, or where i'd be without you!

Is there a hole in your heart?

is there a hole in your heart, or am i mistaken?

i can see you capillary veins

i don't know if i'm the only one, but i sometimes wish i was someone of consequence, doing something exciting, brand new, innovative, something the world hasn't ever seen before.

i feel like i just go from day to day, living my little life and it doesn't really mean anything at the end of the day.. i want my everyday life to mean something to someone.
im really not used to not being around people 24/7... its been a weird adjustment for me.
and its given me too much time to think...

2 Dutchman; 1 Scene Kid

Today was a big day for me.

Yesterday we started at language school again. We've done 2 months, then we took a 2 month break (for lots of reasons, sounds so slacker :D i promise its not...) and now we're in Milan, back at a different branch of the language school we attended back in Tuscany. (i know.. i'm speaking as if you should know all this, i would tell you.. but seriously, you actually don't even want to know)

Anywho, point is, at language school i have two dutch people, (? whats the plural for more than one person originating from the Netherlands?? i bounced it off my family, and they seemed to agree on dutchman, i don't think that sounds right.) Two people who come from Holland, thats fine. Anyways, so these two peeps are in my level at the language school. If you haven't already connected the dots, we're learning Italian. Now, there's a guy and a girl. I doubt if they knew each other before, but as i've learnt recently, Language unifies. More than any of us know. So yesterday, i really liked the guy, i was sitting next to him and they put us in groups all the time. He was really out of it and not paying attention, and then the second lesson, we got a different teacher. She was this crazy chick with bright red thick rimmed, but some how pretty cool glasses, frizzy, half straight wavy coarse hair, thin-ish and old. (Well my version of old, she wasn't a granny) and she had a high pitched voice. Now, all the people in the class have already been together for two prior months before i arrived for the beginning of level one. So, in short, i was the new kid. And apparently, this witch likes to pick on the new kids. AGH! So, she picked on me for an entire 1hour40 minute session and i sat there and silently endured it. Even though this is not in fact high school, and actually a private, flipping expensive language school. (this is where my dutch connection comes in) so he sat there, hating it as much as i was with his major attitude and slicked hair. He was really funny, i loved the fact that he has so much attitude. It kept me so amused, even though we never really got to converse all that much. 

Then today, the girl and guy were sitting close to me, so i didn't know how to open the lines of communication, and luckily i had a box of mini Chuppa-Chupps in my bag. So i figured that a good way to break the ice would be to share some sugary snacks when we were meant to be focussing on the wicked, red rimmed, witch. (she had a new newby to pick on.) Ater that, we talked about how close Dutch and Afrikaans, a language spoken in South Africa that i speak,are. We also chatted about how much it sucked that Netherlands didn't do as well in the European cup that we expected them to and the 2010 World Cup. It was so fun making some friends. All thanks to my little suckers, something that i will definitely keep in my bag for future ice-breaking sessions. YAY! 

Then, after all that excitement, i saw one of my very first scene-kid boys in the train. He happened to be sitting in front of me, and also happened to be gorgeous.. So today was a good day... yay for that. :)

byeee for now!!!

can anyone say, GNOME COMMANDER????

This is my brand new blog! And i'm so proud of it. Even though it needs so so much renovation.

Now, it seems that the latest trend is to write super deep posts. I can't come up with something write this minute, but worry yourself not. I'll be back.

I've never tried blogging, but I'm sooooo over facebook, myspace, skype, messenger, all the usuals. And it sucks because I've just relocated countries, which is rough as it is. And, i always knew that my friends would move on, that's just a given. But the day it happens hurts like hell. So as you may have guessed, it has happened. Not that they don't care, (well for the most part) they have lives, people to see, places to go, and my life, my struggles, my news, isn't a part of that day, of that life. So suddenly, all the things that helped me use up random minutes aren't as exciting. Because i'm out of that loop, no longer a part of that life.

So here i am. The Gnome Commander of all Gnome Commanders. 

The one who is so sick of trying. Sick of wanting to be someone. Not that i always used to try with my old friends, just that moving has been a time for me to examine who i am, and i'm really not sure who i am anymore, where i fit in. So, if you feel like experiencing Italy from the view of a new comer trying to find herself. A person looking for her path in a culture that isn't very welcoming of "strangers" then welcome. I'm glad you've come.. make some tea, grab some biscuits and let's have some fun! :D (that fully sounded like something from a commercial.)

byeeee.