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Friday, April 25 2003

Warping, twitching

The usual shit has been up, nothing new. At least not this week... it's been pretty bad... so bad that I have developed a very annoying twitch habit and tighten my throat muscles while beginning a very creepy, nervous hum.

I hum a lot lately, maybe because I have been pretty lonely, but happen to hum some fucked up shit, such as songs I compose in my helpless head and "Silent Night." Pretty damn messed up, considering the fact that we are nowhere near Christmas.

But I guess these past few months have been running by so quickly that I didn't even have a chance to let my brain realize it.  I have been working like a dog... I haven't been going to the gym because I come home so late that the last thing I wanna do is play homeless on the Stairmaster.

I finally got the car, but it's stick shift and even if I know how to drive it it makes me feel totally at constant danger, because I still can't feel the engine and drive the car under full control. Not to talk about parallel parking. When I went to school in Newark that was never a problem... would pop my Geo into any spot, well, not the tiny tiny ones but I was managing.

Now every spot seems too small for my tiny little car and just the road, the traffic, the stick shift... urghh!

Damn, I wish I was in the US driving to Borders Books and Music with my Geo at 9pm, reading books and magazines till they'd kick me out, head back into my car and drive straight home and into my driveway.

As a matter of fact, I have been back in Italy for almost a year now... damn, a year... and I miss the US like you wouldn't believe. If someone were to tell me, go, pack your suitcases, you are going back right now I would not waste a minute.

Well, gotta make the best of it now. I am twitching, but I am still alive, alive and kicking...

Sunday, April 20 2003

Stuck in time

It's been a while since I've been bored, and I mean, that kind of bored that makes you not want to do anything at all even if there is plenty you could do.

This is my first 3-day weekend after the two week delirium at work so I guess you could say I am totally not used to it. Totally not used to being able to do everything I want to do and still end up with time left to do yet more and more.

I am damn glad I got my package from amazing Glacier Bay DVD last Thursday, cuz I got to watch all my latest DVDs... some twice: Marilyn Monroe's "Bus Stop," Matthew Perry's "Fools Rush In," Meg Ryan's "French Kiss," "Clueless" (a teen at heart) and the great "Amelie," that famous movie with the hot guy who is very attractive despite his huge nose... yeah well, cutting short, I got to watch some cute movies...

So it was Easter and, well, on Friday night I was supposed to go out with my friends when really, I ended up clunking out at 10,30 to wake up the next day at 11,30. So on Saturday I took my dad to see his favorite soccer team at the stadium since my company gets amazing tickets... well, it was really cool, we got to see a lot of famous people from the sports world and took pictures with some of the players.

Then today I went out again with my dad and his friends to a restaurant and ate like a pig... and here I am now, type type typing the rest of the evening away.

I'm thinking it's fab that I am resting and such, but damn, I guess I am not used to resting anymore!

So I guess to kill time I will show you some pictures of last week in Monaco and some from this weekend...

Tuesday, April 14 2003

Back to the sick sad world

Guys, I am totally beat. Got back from Monaco this morning because there was a train strike last night and I wasn't able to get back.

It's 11pm and I am about to fall asleep on my keyboard so I cannot write for long but I will soon post a picture essay about my experience in Monaco and such.

A few things I can say:

- You will never see as many Ferraris as Monaco... also many other cars that are just out of this world.

- You will never be able to stroll around alone in the middle of the night and totally feel safe like you do in Monaco.

- Dogs over there are the premier fashion accessory.

- Nobody in Monaco is poor. No one.

- If you ever decide to visit that wonderful place get ready to climb some fuckin' stairs.

MORE TO COME... in the meantime enjoy the new pic.

Sunday, April 6 2003

Trees, plant and such

It's 5,17 and I just got done working like an ass, cleaning my huge terrace and potting plants.

Yesterday I went to this huge plant greenhouse garden place where you can buy just about any friggin' plant you think of.  I wanted to get some geraniums for my terrace, which is the biggest room in my entire house.

So I went with my family and Petite too (she was a pain in the ass though lol) and I got four geranium plants and ... a tree ... yeah, a peach tree.

I know it sounds dumb as hell cuz it's not like I have a garden let alone the intention of becoming a farmer and grow a fruit orchard.

But I have had my eyes on a peach tree for as long as I can remember, I love the color of the flowers and a lot of those baby trees can be planted in a big pot and live on a balcony.

The guy at the place warned me that with that tree I'm gonna be eating lots of peaches and I think that is hot as hell! Besides, last week I bought the lawn chair, now I bought the plants, I'm off to creating a little heaven in my little corner of Milan.

And I thought today, since my peach tree will be delivered tomorrow I better clean my terrace!

Gotdamn, that fuckin' floor was so dirty it took me 2 hours of sweeping and sweating to make it look at least acceptable. Well, first I potted my four geraniums then I cleaned.

I can't wait to get my tree tomorrow, that will be so awesome!

Ok... now you can laugh...

I ADDED A NEW PHOTO GALLERY THAT FEATURES PICTURES OF MY HOUSE, ENTER HERE IF YOU CARE

Saturday, April 5 2003

Pot 'o rum

I got back from a bar a little while ago. We went to this awesome place called Jamaica (very far away) where they were playing reggae music and had all palm trees around the place... and it was packed!!!

The awesome thing about that pub is that they served a huge pot of chopped tropical fruit served on top of Jamaican Rum and crushed ice... and really really long straws!

One pot was good for 4 and it was delicious, I mean coconut, papaya, mango, kiwi and such. I did enjoy myself, I don't think I've ever eaten that much fruit since I was a baby LOL.

Saturday, April 5 2003

Sabbatical weekend

This is honestly supposed to be a weekend in which I am to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. I have had a real rough week at work, and I know I haven't told you anything about my new job.

What I can for sure tell you is that I love it. I mean, there are so many new things to learn and people to meet, this is such a great chance for me to learn and live life the way I have wanted to.

But fo' real, the biggest lesson I have learned from this is damn, if you wanna have a career and go far in life you need to work like an ass, work, work, work and you have to sacrifice so much to get up there.

I know it sounds like a common fact already but you don't really know how true that is until you are in it. Work from 9 to 8,30-9pm sometimes, and I was told this is just the beginning.

Take care of 5/6 priorities at once without losing your head, keep a smile on your face and remember that if you screw up then that means you are screwed in every sense.

Next weekend I am going to be in Monaco for a sporting event that my company is sponsorizing. I am taking the train on Friday at 3pm, it takes 5/6 HOURS to get to Monaco, (p.s. an extra hour on a plane and you land at the Newark airport) arrive in the evening, go to bed, work like a dog on Saturday and Sunday (I was told I am never going to be able to sit down unless I am on break but it looks bad to frown and be grumpy so smile smile smile) then catch the train back at 6pm on Sunday, which means I'll be in Milan at 11,30/midnight on Sunday night.

Oh yeah, then I have work the next day...

I don't want ya'll to think I am bitching about this cuz damn, this is what I've always wanted but for some reason I never really realized how hard those business people at the airport had it.

I would just see them in their first class eating nuts, reading notes, and I would say, damn, someday that will be me.

Even if now I am still a simple rookie in the field I can just imagine how it's gonna get. And a part of me is happy like you wouldn't believe but another part of me is wondering just how far I am willing to go... to get there... and is getting there really what I want?

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