so, here i am, for the small amount of time i have on the internet

anyway, just thought i'd update you all on my european adventure. 

actually, my little time clock for internet usage is ticking, so maybe i should save an elaborate description for when I return. 

overall: there is only italian food here. period. the sand is black and sparkly. i have multiple glasses of wine every day. i have watched every episode in the sixth season of xena at least three times. not joking. middle aged men drive up next to me and offer me a ride to romantic locations. they are always disappointed. the water here is warm and salty. i have decided that i would like to spend a summer sailing the mediterranean as a crew member on a tall ship. the vatican is stunning despite how much i despise organized religion. it's really hot here. all of the gelato stands serve coffee and alcohol. there is a difference between "coffee" and "american coffee." i have experienced the greatest cup of american coffee outside of america. italy has no rules. without the internet i have discovered many things about myself. i would tell you about these discoveries if i had more time. the end. 

i am going to try and make a video out of the clips i've compiled, so i'll link you all when that happens. expect it around december. 

i miss everyone to pieces, keep on keepin on!

I should be posting about my amazing New York weekend...

but I just finished the entire history of Xena Warrior Princess, and for some sad reason, this is a higher priority. 

so basically, there was fake blood, bad special effects, and over-dramatic love declarations....which are all of the main ingredients to a perfect final season. 

I am overall pleased with my soul's decision to choose Xena as one of it's special obsessions, and no matter how many people scoff at my strange devotion to a corny 90's television series, I will scoff back and tell them that I am not ashamed. 

let me ask you this, people of the world.....how could I be ashamed of a leather-clad woman running through greece with her "best friend" and a shiny donut?!??! 

Anyway, I'm not sure how much internet I'm going to be able to find in Italy, so this may be farewell for now, but I'll be trying my best to check in every once in a while to get in touch with my lovely friends. 

My next post will be about my crazy New York weekend, and maybe the first days of my Italian adventure. 

Ciao!

thank you, annika

for revealing this masterpiece to me. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmwM_AKeMCk

watch all 23 parts. it's worth it. 

so pleased.

the Very Potter Musical has convinced me that Draco Malfoy should always be portrayed by a little white english girl. 

hello world.

emotional status: steady, on the cusp of wistful. 

today's activities: made money whilst watching cartoons and making gluten-free quesodillas; took a three hour nap; ate a yummy steak and salad dinner. 

currently looking forward to: the harry potter premier; seeing a plethora of lovely people at mom's birthday bbq; going shopping for Italy stuff. 

interpretations.

chase: "What....umm...?"

courtney: "yeah, i know."

chase: "that looks romantic."

courtney: "yeah, that looks like a little more than a best friend kiss. But she just got married, so who knows?" 

chase: "oh. okay."

oh my goodness. my face could not have gotten any redder. 

this

this is chaos. 

dumb things i notice.

i'm glad everyone on facebook has titled their new picture albums as Summer '09. 

this generation is quite the creative bunch. 

i'm sunburnt

and waiting for dad to bring me home a chocolate eclair. 

today i plan to be the opposite of productive. 

me being pathetic.

i hurt so much right now. 

i think it's because i know exactly what i'm missing out on. 

...and it doesn't help that i'm suffocating in nostalgia. 

Coffee Thoughts at 12:27

here I sit

surrounded by the hum of 

thirsty tongues

and I watch, I wait, I listen

in this chair I have 

bantered with quick-witted customers

poured my visions upon pixilated paper

and tapped into addiction

this place is my living room

and the fire burns behind the bar

my people, my friends, my transients, 

share with me

an unlikely home

inside these walls

I have explored my future

with words and gestures

testing my talent

and here, in this place, this is where

my past comes to remind me of who

really lies beneath all this skin

these wide windows 

hold in machine-made air

and it's always cold in my living room

to remind me that I 

can't stay here forever, 

and another place of comfort

craves for my return

this back table

mahogany and matching chairs

cradles me when words don't come

when words aren't enough

and oh, if tables could talk

pandora's box would 

look like a parlor trick

when the storms of myself

could swallow the sun. 

chin up

disappointment feels like rocks at the bottom of your stomach. 

(no, not pop rocks. those are tingly and delicious)

disappointment is just another indication that I still care enough to be disappointed. 

someone slap me and tell me how to turn it all off. 

p.s. why am i always asking people to hit me? I just noticed this.......

yesterday...

me, ashley, and chase walked to ZPizza as a trucker, a magician, and a virginal messiah-bearer. 

I wore my mechanic shirt and my hat with the fuzzy flaps

and ashley wore my red scarf around her head like Mary...or a Burka-wearing Muslim. 

chase wore my top hat and my sparkly black scarf around his neck. 

it was quite the adventure :]

there's a girl

in my dramatic writing class

who possesses an amazing ability to listen with care. 

thank you, girl, for catching my lightening in the palm of your hands. 

i'll see you in the wilderness tonight

while we spin into sleep

so you can tell me more about the thunderstorm you left behind.