Sta tirando

**this is a delayed post..it was written on the plane!**

Three hours of sleep before an 8 hour flight in which you end up in a time zone nearly that much ahead of you, and you must live two consecutive days without a bed in your life… not a really good idea! So after I spent what seemed like an hour attempting to sleep, I realized this was just not going to happen. Even my free mini bottle of wine didn’t help me pass out!! So at 7:57pm (doesn’t seem too late… I’d be watching some criminal minds right about now…) or approximately 3am in my future time zone, I went through the list of things I could possibly do to occupy my time. I read a chapter in my book already, and since this plane has conveniently placed my personal light two seats away from me, I’d rather not wake the lovely old couple next to me, another reason I don’t do a 3^rd drawing. So then I was like “oh! I can play Solitaire!” Which I am no good at. Maybe I should try Minesweeper next?

5 hours earlier: As I passed First class getting on the plane, I realized it is really cruel that they make us poor people pass all the way through first class. It really just is not fair. You have to pass these extremely comfortable people, with plenty of leg (and arm) room knowing you will be sharing an arm rest, and the man in front of you will have his seat ever so slightly reclined the entire trip (since this is my current life, that “slight recline” seems like so much more for the person in my position). And you see all of these people with their seats reclined back nearly to a bed position (and you know they can become beds!) watching their own personal large television. And you get to your seat with your minimal reclining that invades the minimal personal space of the body behind you, and you stare at your tiny television- however, while they placed the overhead lights in terrible locations, this plane has individual televisions for all! I was even able to watch The Hangover at my own convenience. So, I guess it could be worse. But the people in first class! They have leg rests, lazy boys, large screen televisions, ample arm space. They should be put in the back of the plane! Just saying.

8:11pm/3:11am: I land in about 3 hours. If my math is correct, that could get me 3 episodes of criminal minds in. And my computer’s awesome battery has 4 hours left! So it seems like the best option to me! What a better way for a girl to kill time (seriously…no pun intended)!? I mean, everyone else gets to rest their little eyes…I guess that means they can’t glance at my screen and judge me. So while everyone normal gets their naps in, I turn to Dr. Spencer Reid. Totally okay! Thanks body for being the worst.sleeper.ever.

some amount of later now making it 11pm/4pm: i survived. though not in one piece- little old blankey is still in frankfurt somewhere...hopefully not in the garbage or some german child's life! for all of those people that knew me when i was athletic and now are ashamed of my lazy bod... we walked well over 10 miles today (it was calculated 10mi half way through our day)! so there! other than that i had a really good soup today and a chocolate croissant. and coffee from a machine- yet still better than any american hotel coffee (or a lot of american coffee). buononotte!

l'elefant è pesante

with five days until i board my plane to rome, i am procrastinating repacking me 49lb and counting suitcase with this lovely creation!

while i am so thrilled to be going to italy, i am even more thrilled NOT to be going to peoria for a few extra months! tuscany sounds like a much better idea than the thrills of central illinois personally. no 3MBs this semester for me! sadly, it also means no adorable rudy, or the silly shenanigans of lucy, or the struggle that is sonny, or the gato [maximus]. or of course the pups i never had- wooks. i am hoping i can still access petfinder.com in italy! oh, and i suppose i will sorta kinda miss family? i think that is what my mom would probably like to hear. oh! and i am sure after 3 months, a taco bell endeavor will need to occur upon landing in november.

small sacrifices. the real sacrifice- this wonderful exchange rate! as i counted my first exchange of euros, i cried a little inside knowing that this is only the beginning of being dirt poor in europe. please send me money.

in reality, who knows if i will maintain this what-so-ever. it seems like it might be a good place to put my pinch pots and beautiful drawings. who knows..but the few posts may ease my mother's little head. you can stop reading this hideous beast whenever you please.


 ps: the title of this post? "the elephant is heavy." so useful... and rhymes! the title of this blog? i will reveal at a later time ;) ...or you can google translate it- doesn't matter to me. if i don't try to make my titles clever and funny, it won't matter if they aren't. (just like my theory with sunglasses- if i do not TRY to make them look good, it doesn't matter if they don't!) as a result to save myself from being embarrassed and ashamed, i will just name them random sentences i know in italian. also, i like lower case letters better than uppercase. sorry!