Xmas Wishlist: The Unabridged and Un-Filtered Version

Doesn't Matter if i've Been Naughty Or Nice. Santie Better Pay Up:) Please
To get a 4.0 in my last year of hike skoo and not kill someone and or die:)
Acceptance into an amazing design college, hopefully Parsons
A jar of Nutella
The Dolce and Gabbanna coat I saw here
A Louis Vuitton purse
A ticket to the next Lady Gaga tour; Born This Way
An Italian boy who looks like a Burberry model
A Husky sewing machine
A mannequin that you can adjust the sizes on
To be an apprentice to a designer
A job that I at least like where I am my own boss (NOT babysitting) and I have money to buy materials for designs
A lifetime supply of mint magic tea
An herb and vegatable garden
A greenhouse
A box of Twinkies
The Dolce and Gabbanna shoes I saw here
Recognition for a hard earned yet, fufilling work
My verification to be enough
To expand in a global and mental sense, and the oppisite in a physical sense

And Wilbur wants his Malibu Barbie house to get fixed as well as a bigger cage
Seeing as i'm in Italy at the moment, one of my biggest wishes is true and the only one on the list i see coming in a box here, is the box of Twinkies.

Prefisso e Suffisso

Prefix: Where did it come from? How was it born? How exactly in every detail was it permanantly marked by humans in its long life? Why?
Though we created it and continue to do so, it still seems to have its own life and mind. It ebbs and flows through everything and everyone. Like oxygen, being casually used like and arm or leg yet, the user doesn't even know what it is. Its deep, pitchy history, it's various shades, it's true meaning. Every piece of one part carries its own meaning, all knit together to turn out a piece of art which anyone can and will add their own streaks of paint and mold in a different way. Sometimes its root, its home, is lost in the process. Sometimes forever, and sometimes just until someone is curious enough to open the treasure box where its been quietly waiting for you to discover its been lost like an old pearl earring. Then, something feels right. When all the time its been a small seed of confusion that you just cover up with superficial acceptance. Now, you feel at home as well.
But, why are they changed? Simply for the sake of convinience? Why are they negligently twisted into something theyre not? Perhaps this is the way everything must go through in its life.
Suffix: And at the close of life, it knows in its every pore and fiber what it is. Though its gone through much filing down and bent in every way imaginable and unimaginable, the circle comes back around and it is how it was at birth. Perhaps at the close of its strenuous life, when it has grown weary of richoceting off of every wall on the planet a million times a second and the earth is finally silent, Language and all of its users will know what it really is and where it really came from.

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Only In Italia

-Girls actually do their hair everyday
-EVERYONE owns at least 3 Louis Vuitton bags (this doesn't include those they use for carrying ciggarette packs, makeup, glasses, cellphones and luggage.)
-Strait men walk around with Gucci bags and belts. (most men have "purses")
-You see men dressed in their 1920's Sunday best, reading the newspaper while smoking a pipe.
-They have a pizza called "pizza americana" which is a pizza smothered in french fries
More to come:)
Olive
p.s. THEY DO WEAR FANNY PACKS HERE

Leave Gaga Alone (And Britney Too:))

As all of us know by now through the news that they like to say "spreads like wildfire", Lady Gaga has recently stepped it up yet another notch and given us quite the "meaty surprise."
Of course PETA got on her case. Of course Ellen gave her a bikini made of vegatables to make a humorous point. And, of course we are all asking, "What the hell was she thinking?!"
Why does this come as a surprise? What else would we expect from her?
In case you haven't already figured this out, this is WHO SHE IS.
Why would we want just another pop star who doesn' quite know who they are so they go on with they're lives trying on new hats and never being truely happy with who they are?
So she wore a dress made out of meat? There are far more important things to complain about. And isn't it amazing that theres a human being that can get away beautifully with wearing nothing but meat and diamonds?? Isn't amazing that she can keep doing what shes doing and not let comments like "you're a tranny" and "you are insane" beat you down (but instead just feed your fire?) And there is no point in arguing that it takes pure talent to pull off posing for a men's magazine as a man and make it not look like a joke.
How many women do YOU know who are able to do that?
What the world needs to understand about Lady GaGa is that she is NEVER going to change because of what people tell her is wrong, weird, or crude. She has shown us that you can be yourself in anyway you want. All it takes is courage and the ability to love yourself for who you are when no one does. She isn't just a shallow celebrity whose name will fade. Has the world not seen yet that she is and will be a legend like the ones we know? (i.e. David Bowie, Michael Jackson, Cher, Madonna etc.)
You don't have to like her music, her fashion, or her lifestyle but, you must know that what she does is real. That is the only way to describe what she does and what she is. She does what few artists dream of creating but never take action in doing so. She has a depth in her music that not every artist can claim. She has devoted to living for her fans, her inspirations, and herself.
She gave voice to those, who because of their circumstances and time of life, didn't have one. (Look up the lyrics to her song "Dance In The Dark")
She doesn't live by what humans have had ingrained in them over millions of years as, "normal." What is normal anyways? It's everyday life choices we make because weve been told that's the way its done and theres no other way. Why cant we do it another way?
She is a raw example if this. She is definately not what humans consider to be normal. But, humans aren't "normal." We are constantly making mistakes, doing "weird" things and getting ridiculed by people who are in the same boat. Why can't we just accept that that's the way it is? Isn't it more "normal" to do what feels right and not judge others on what that is to them?
So, heres to a beautiful human being with two hearts. :) Lady Gaga

Listen To My Whining!!

As my few followers may know, I am now in Gorizia, Italy, where I will stay for the remainder of my school year and for a bit of next summer.
My town is very small and most of the buildings are very old and there is an old Roman ruin near my town. The beach is about an hour away in a town called Grado. I stayed there on my family's boat for a night but, it didn't exactly go over well due to the fact that I was already feeling sick when I woke up the next morning and they were frying fish for their friends and we had mysteriously moved from the dock to the middle of the sea. Half awake, I met their friends and then sat on the front of the boat when suddenly a wave of sickness over came me and I promptly vomited.
Since then, I haven't felt altogether there...mentally and physically... I am extremely homesick and I want to get over it as soon as possible...
On my way here, I arrived at the SLC airport all ready to leave when, after an hour of tom-foolery, they canceled my flight. Needless to say, I was upset... although, it was nice to see some of my family again before I left. When I finally arrived in Chicago, I had a lay over for 3 hours in which I made some pretty funny observances. First, there was the little german boy. He was accompanied by his sweaty elephant of a father and his mother who was sporting a fine mustache indeed. He was one of those children who are probably younger than they seem because of his portly figure. He had an very unfortunate haircut where his head was buzzed except for his bangs which were kept long in the front. They had given him a huge bag of Airheads which he was obviously devouring lovingly because his mouth and teeth were colored blue. Why wouldn't you give a child a bag of Airheads before a 14 hour flight?? It's a perfect way to let the person sitting in front of you know your there by consistently kicking the back of the seat.
I am disoriented to say the least. Being jet lagged mixed with gut wrenching homesickness is enough to make you want to die. I'm trying so hard to learn Italian but you start to hate it after a while when all you hear is noise noise noise noise!!!! It feels so incredibly good to write in English and not have to dumb it down. I am trying but, I can only handle so much of my host grandma following me around and talking to me in Italian thinking I know what she's babbling about.
So far, I have no friends at my school. My only friend is the maid at my house named Jeanny. She's very sweet, but probably thinks i'm so weird because I follow her around, make her listen to my sob stories about being homesick and I eat in the kitchen with her instead of eating in the dining room. It just feels weird to be waited on ALL the time. For once in my life I want to do dishes, laundry and other chores. Looks like all my complaining back home backfired on me.
Right now, i'm going to meet Jeanny's sister because my host parents went to a dinner. I think Jeanny knows I need to get out of the house.
More later....

Vinco

vincere
v. win, defeat, vanquish, beat, overcome, conquer, overpower; score; control oneself

The above is entirely self explanatory. It is obviously a definition of an Italian verb. It also has to do with the name of a new Italian restaurant (verbal detour: this is the first time I have ever spelled restaurant right the first time.) in town. They call themselves "Vinto: Casual Italian." First of all; what does "casual Italian" imply? Can you arrive in sweat pants and hair done up in the well known greasy knot? And if that is what it implies, does that mean the attire can be bought at the D.I., but, the food is a piece of salad and maybe some prosciutto for seventeen dollars? With a grape for dessert if you're lucky??

I'll have you know I did find out answers to these questions. My first experience in the land of said "fancy-casualty" was more of an observance than anything. I realized that I liked the general atmosphere of the restaurant, I appreciated that they could make a small space feel quite spacious, and especially that the prices were fair for the quality, authenticity, amount and taste of food that was served. The portions were moderately sized while at the same time satisfying my piggy appetite. And to answer the final question, yes, you can wear the grease knot and sweat pants without being scoffed at.

Out of all this information I gathered, there was still something I couldn't put my little, scrawny finger on...it was my second experience at Vinto when I was personally enlightened. It happened when I was about to put a piece of Caesar salad in my mouth. (this is no ordinary Sizzler salad bar Caesar mind you; it was heavenly) As the piece of green, dressing drenched goodness was about to be shoved into my pie hole, someone above me politely asked if I would like some freshly ground pepper on that. This someone was really just a someone, it was a Dolce & Gabbana model, a Greek god if you will. With salad hanging out of my mouth I mumbled something that sounded like a "No, thank you." and looked around me to find more of these D&G models hurrying around in aprons. Why hadn't I noticed this before?? I then began wondering why they lure greasy haired, sweat pants fools like me in with the idea of "casual Italian" just to crush your dreams with a waiter that could very well be on an ad for Burberry and you know for a fact they are gay??

Then another thought came to my head just in time for the serving of the most delicious basil gelato I have ever witnessed in my short life. The thought came just as another one of these so called waiters came to serve the heaven food. I was immediately overcome in a fit of pathetic giggling at the thought of these downright smolderingly attractive men ascending to our table to serve me the choicest of desserts. So, it's safe to say my experience at Vinto was a good one (that's an understatement) and I will definitely be going back for more...basil gelato. I must now control myself :) I would recommend it to anyone and for any occasion. ...I shouldn't blog at 1:30 a.m. anymore...but if not now, then when???

On a lighter and more fashionable note, couldn't you just look at these forever??? Don't I kind of look like Emma Watson?? I can envision myself as being her sometimes...especially in these pictures...with these boys...

Daaaanng. I would imagine having him for a brother would be the most difficult thing in the world...