Caution: As of 9-11-09, this post may contain a large amount of loserdom (a significantly larger amount than my recent posts). Please note that this entry is from like May 2007 or someshit. As a butthurt sophomore, I was angsty.
(I cheated. this is copied off my myspace for europe documenting purposes.)
(Also, most pictures can be viewed from my deviantart. This europe-filler thing is 2 weeks old.)
after a blissful dose of culture from Italy and France, I'd feel refreshed if I didn't have a French cold. It's pretty bad but I think I'm going to school Wednesday anyway, regardless of jetlag. I'm dying to talk to someone properly but nobody's online right now. Bleh.
(I.T.K. PEOPLE)
I'm wrecked with guilt from a past action where I let go of someone who actually cared (not the one that didn't), but at the same time I want to hold strong with my decisions- apologies would only make things worse, but if I could reverse the damage I would. I bitterly hate hurting people undeservedly and I hate the cold way I did it.
in less related news I have 2 CDs I need to get back and Megan's camera and shirt which she left at the hotel room. Unless they are Nazli's or Veronica's. I hope I didn't play Typhoid Kirri to either of them.
The trip was amazing. It was very stressful, but we saw loads. We went to Rome, saw the Colloseum, Roman Catacombs, and various other structures. Then we headed to Siena, a small but charming town on the way to Florence (which in my opinion was the best city. I got an awesome pair of leather biking gloves there). Then we went to Pisa, and onto the area where the famous tower is. I think the place there is very special- very mystical and pretty. The artwork was a lot different from what we'd seen in Florence and Rome.
YOUTUBE VIDEO OF SINGING IN THE BAPTISTRY captured by ME!
[link] After that we headed to Nice. It was nice. There was a big beach with a lot of rocks. One night all we did was sit around on the beach trying to hit big rocks standing upright with other rocks like darts. It was pretty great. I also had peach gellato here- very nice.
From Nice we took a train to Paris. People were pretty worn down by this point and there were a few fights, and I had a verbal fight with someone but we worked it out. I was slowly getting sicker, so I drank a lot of water and felt a little better. That night we took a boat tour and waved at people we didn't know, then we saw the Eiffel Tower. When it got dark, the Eiffel Tower started glittering with many lights. A man in a black and white striped shirt with a black beret, thin moustache, and a cigarette jumped in front of us and yelled "SACREBLEU! Zee Effel Towair, she eez not suhpost to be doing dees!" and then promptly disappeared into a cloud of smoke.
After a few stops for pictures while I sat in the bus dying to pee, we finally got back to the hotel. It was called a night. The next morning we got a French tour guide with strong hints of Cockey/almost Irish or Scottish at times accent. She was pretty cool and kept us entertained about the areas around Paris. We went to Versailles, which frankly sucked. It was just a big ego trip for Louie 14 and Marie Antoinette. Some of the artwork, when it didn't have Louie on it looking like a Roman emporer with flowing golden locks was quite pretty, however the weather was swelteringly humid and sort of ruined it. Ahm, I can't remember how we ended the rest of the day, I think I fell asleep on the bus too much.
(Some time between this we went to the Louvre, which would have been more interesting if we hadn't been rushed etc. also I had the best chocolate muffin I have ever had in my life here. It was epic.)
Finally, the last day, part of us went to the Catacombs. Best thing in Paris, I'm telling you. It was cold and damp, and there were a LOAD of bones. Like, once you finally hit the area where they started you could walk for ages with them lining the walls. They had it set up so skulls and the large bone of the legs were used as a wall for the other bones as filler. They had even made patterns. The ceiling kept dripping water and getting me on the head, but it was refreshing. Jack stooped down and got a nail full of catacomb dirt as a souvenier. I finished finding lighted places to take pictures (flash wasn't allowed) and my camera died.
I went back to the hotel after metro hopping around and we played music as we packed. Down below in the street, outside our hotel window we saw two people fighting and one guy doing a doughnut in the street. I saw some other people looking out a nearby window and waved.
On the way back the next day, there were REALLY bad storm conditions on the east coast, making our flight from Paris to DC turbulent. This had to be the most fun I've ever had on a flight. I made one person barf indirectly! It was like a rollercoaster!
When I finally got back I felt like hell, and still feel like hell. I didn't sleep at all last night thanks to jetlag. My nose and lips are raw and red as hell, and aren't improving much. I've been really glad to be home lately, but I now realize I have a lot of stuff due in that I need to get done. It's tiring, but that's life. Escaping reality was amazing.
updates to this: got my cds, and pretty much everything else back, including the christmas present as a giant 'fuck you' message. s'great. better than not getting stuff back, I suppose. depressing. k, I'll save other stuff for later, this is way too long anyway.
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