Back in the USA!

So I am back at home, finally. The journey was filled with trials and tribulations but I will write about that later. I am glad to be back at home and to see my friends again!!!

Speaking English full-time,
Charlotte

Sayin' Bye-Bye

Today a bunch of peeps stopped by to say good-bye...it was kind of weird because even though I've kind of been in this situation twice before this time I am really leaving, not just to a different town or anything.

I made these videos of the pizzas my mom was making:






I took some pictures, but I will probably put those up after I get back.


Dani's family came by [though it actually took them 2 hours to get here...dang!], which was nice, though a bit awkward....I had a good evening, though.

Right now I am watching One Tree Hill on DVD with Miriam...the first episodes I ever watched on TV back 4 months ago. It is a lot sadder and makes more sense since I've seen all the eps leading up to this. Dang....

Arrivederci,
Charlotte

The last blog from Italz?

I was thinking about it and while I hope I will have time to blog again, I dunno if I will before I get out of here.

So in the case that this is the last blog from here...I'm just gonna say thanks. Thank you to everyone who helped me to get here...to everyone that I met here that made this the crazy awesome experience that it has been...to all the folks who listened to me ranting on here, on the phone, on IM when I was super excited or sobbing.

Thanks a bunch and I will see some of you soon! [ish!]

Feeling like eating turkey,
Charlotte
(and Bee Electric, Bee Cupcake, Nico...e tutti gli altri)

Starting at Zero

It's June 20th, which means that I leave my family tomorrow, Italy the day after tomorrow, ad actually get back to my home sweet home in 3 days. Yikes. It's hard to believe that this "year" is almost over. So much has happened (good and bad) since I left 9 months and 5 days ago. It's going to be very strange to leave this country and return to Gtown.

Whenever anyone asks if I'm happy about going home I usually tell them that I am sad to leave but happy to go home, which is pretty much true, and serves to satisfy & not offend the questioner [as "YES I AM SO STOKED TO GET OUT OF HERE" might], which was basically the point. I am sad to leave, sad that this experience is finally coming to an end. Of course, another week in this apartment and I'd go completely off my rocker (just kidding. kind of). And I am happy to go home to my friends and my cat and my frozen peas. I am also pretty worried though. Over the past few months I have been fantasizing about this summer and how awesome it's going to be, but little by little reality (dang that reality) has been encroaching on my plans. Some of my best friends are leaving for long stretches of time (though, to be fair, I am, too), and I'm beginning to remember that my relationship with the 'rents is not all that it could be. Funny, how you start to forget these things after some time away, it's like how you forget how exceedingly painful it was to get your wisdom teeth out a few months after the operation.

It's not really my parent's fault that we don't get along perfectly — I fer sure do my part, and am far from being the daughter they would like me to be. And it's not like I am too happy with who I am, either. When I sit back and look at myself there are so many things that do not match up with the "could be" version that I carry around in my head that it's kind of ridiculous. The real challenge is getting the actual me to match the "could be". I think that I could do it (or at least get an acceptably decent likeness), but you have to understand that when I'm at home I am working under 17 years of screw ups (and that is a lot because I am awfully good at screwing up) which can make changes (and looking at the bigger picture) rather difficult. This year has kind of been a chance to take a puase and step back, to look at exactly how much I have messed up everything. I also think that it has been a chance for me to grow up a little, to change a little. But I think that if I go back to the way things were before, that won't matter and soon enough I'll be back to the sullen teenager thing and nothing will ever change.

I guess what I really want to do is to start at zero. That's a hard thing to ask of anyone, and yes, it is virtually impossible. But I really think that, if given the chance, I could prove to my parents, myself, and everyone else that I can actually do it, I can actually become a functional human being. I can't do that under all the rules and regulations and expectations and everything that structure my home life now. Not that I'm saying that we need to dump all rules sex drugs & rock 'n' roll, not that at all. It's just that in my house we have a lot of kind of arbitrary rules and ways of doing things that have come from me not managing to do OK, and a lot of them date back to elementary school. As I am going into senior year, it makes sense that some [all?] of them might be the smallest bit obsolete.

So what I'm proposing to my parents is this: give me the summer. Let me try to do things my way [indeed figure out what is my way]. If that works out OK, maybe I can take a crack at senior year. Maybe I'm delusional. Maybe I'll screw this up as much as I've already screwed up everything else ever. At least then I'll know it's me and there's not much point in thinking about it anymore.

I hope I don't mess everything up, though. I really actually want to do well and succeed 'n' all that. We'll see.

On a more Fun and Exciting note, my FredFlare and Hot Topic Orders are all ready to go! 10 pts for new hair and craze amounts of cute!!


Hopefully optimistic,
Charlotte

I. Hate. Packing. OMG.

I have soooo much stuff and stupid airlines have stupid baggage limits. My carryon is going to be super heavy as I have a lot of printed matter to take with that can't go in my suitcases. My sister thinks that I'm crazy for thinking that Vogue is more important than clothes. Can I help it if I think that way?

It doesn't help that I believe in the eternal spaciousness of luggage, so I'm not to worried about making everything fit, though my sister is about to make me puke with trying to help.

I'm going crazy.

Shoving that last thing in,
Charlotte

Very Cool TH News!

So my heart basically stopped when I read this....I hope you don't have to be a UK resident to enter!!

How do you fancy starring in a very cool special-edition video for Tokio Hotel's first UK single?

'Ready, Set, Go' will be released in the UK later this summer, and we're making an exclusive fan video that will appear on the CD single in addition to the official video. Here's how YOU could be a part of it:

We want you to send in a video of you performing 'Ready, Set, Go' in whatever style you like – the more creative and crazy the better! The only rule is you need to be singing along in English. We'll then pick some of our favourites and edit them together into a brilliant video for the CD.

You can watch the official video in full exclusively by clicking here and you'll find the song words in the Lyrics section of this site.

To enter, follow these few simple steps:

1. Load your file onto a computer – either from your camera, cam-corder or mobile phone.

2. Now go to: www.megaupload.com - we want you to use this site to send us your video.

3. In "Select a file to send" – click browse and find your file stored on your computer – click the file and then click Open.

4. Then in "Recipients Address" put tokiohotel@hyperteams.com.

5. In "Your Email Address" add – you guessed it – your email address!

6. In "Description" add "Tokio Hotel – and Your Name – then Your Town / City – and Your Country"

7. Almost there! Read the disclaimer at the bottom of this page!

8. Tick the "accept the terms" box and click Send and wait for the file to load!

When it's loaded - you'll get an email saying your video has been sent and we'll get your video!

Closing date for us to get your videos is the 2nd of July.

Can't wait to see what you all send in!

Get recording – have fun – and you could see yourself on an official Tokio Hotel UK single release!

Fantastic!

Disclaimer: By clicking "Send" you give your consent for your video or film to be used by Tokio Hotel and be broadcast by any means.

I have a new last name

And it is Addams!! Because of this girl...

I was thinking "Wednesday" but "Charlotte Wednesday" doesn't exactly rolll off the tounge. "Charlotte Addams" does, perhaps because the cartoonist's name was Charles?

So anyways, I like "Charlotte Addams." I'll prolly mostly just stick to "Charlotte" [or some derivation there of] but it's nice to be complete.

What do y'all think?? Let me know; I might listen.

Lebe die sekunde!
Charlotte Addams

P.S. Did you know that in the Italian version of The Addams Family [La Famiglia Addams] Wednesday is named Mercoledi? It makes sense, but is still kind of suprising. It is her name, after all.

Tokio Hotel Schwaaaa??

This is Tokio Hotel:

Basically the best band in the world, Tokio Hotel consists of four German teenagers: Gustav (kneeling) on drums, Bill (left) singing, Tom (center) guitarist, and Georg (right) on bass. Though identical twins Bill and Tom are only 17, the group has been performing together since 2001. Though they have already conquered Germany, Tokio Hotel is well on its way to taking over the rest of Europe [and the world] with their newest CD, Scream/Room 483, which is compiled of English-language versions of their best songs.

So that is who TH is...They are pretty much my favourite thing in the whole world right now! Unfortz I have not been able to catch their Italian dates, but it has become my mission to [a] convince 'em to come to the US, and [b] see the show when they do finally come to America. Go kidz!!

Here is the music video for their song "Spring Nicht", it is my absolute favourite of them all.


And this the video with the english version of the song "Don't Jump". The video is the same, just the audio is changed. Though I love that because of the English version I can know the meaning of the lyrics, I am not sure that they flow as well as they do in German. No matter, I still heart it.


Now you know what the fuss is all about.

Ich bin nich' ich,
Charlotte

MTV Switch

So I know that MTV is all evil and whatever; but they are doin' a pretty cool thing with their "Switch" program. It is all about savin' the environment and they play ads all the time to raise awareness. It is world wide on the MTV networks and I reckon it might do a pretty good job with the MTV gen getting them to actually care. Yay for savin' the planet!

Tree Hugger 'n' proud of it,
Charlotte

Happy 2nd to last day in May!

This is what I looked like yesterday when my mom and sister were out and I dared to put on black lipstick for five minutes:


I have been listening to a lot of Tokio Hotel lately. A lot.



N joy!

By the way I changed my name again...

Durch den monsun,
Charlotte

Oh and By The Way

Happy Friday the 13th!! Hope it is more filled with fun spooky occurances than mine has been so far!! But then again, in Italz 13 is LUCKY and 17 is UNlucky. Weirdos.

We totally watched the Friday the 13th episode of Dawson's Creek this afternoon and I didn't even notice the corrolation until just now. Go me!!

I think my wrists are shaped weird 'cause I always wear things on 'em.

On the lookout for lady killers,
Nico Jackson

Yoko Ono Is My Myspace Friend

What the heck is the world coming to?

Laughing as civilization crumbles,
Nico J

P.S. Mom- Do wigginz count as a clothing expense?

SO I'M BASICALLY KIND OF FAMOUS.

Today went from being on the good side of OK to crazy insane EXCELLENT this evening when I checked my electronic mail and found a loooooooooovely note from Keith of Fred Flare. That alone would be enough to make my week about 40 times over, but there's more! In that email he told me that my FredFlare.com Blog Reader of the Month Interview went up!!!!! You know what I was hinting about ages ago? This is it. Please go and check it out and leave comments!! OMG I am so happy I could do a happy dance. And I think I will.

Dancin' her way to stardom,
Bee the Electronic Cupcake
[ReInstated, this night only]

A Night with Nicholson. J. Nicholson.

Last night we watched The Shining. It was OK, I guess, but not terribly frightening, apart from how scary Jack Nicholson is in general. There were a couple of things that bothered me about it, though.

The first is unavoidable, and that is the overwhelming Kubrickness of the film. By this I am referring to the long, tracking shots and other stylistic elements that are so prevelent in this and Stanley Kubrick's other films. I mean, that's his thing, whatever, awesome, but it still isn't my cuppa. I guess that means that Kubrick isn't my favourite director, even though I liked a Clockwork Orange and Doctor Strangelove alright. 2001 still bored the heck outta me, though. Mhm.

The other bothersome thing about The Shining was the shit job they did on the music. When played at the right time, it was quite well scored and effective, but for most of the movie they had hardcore thriller [as in genre, not MJ] type music goin' when it was not exceptionally appropriate. Right up in the beginning, for example. Maybe they were trying to build the atmosphere, but it felt like they were hanging out a sign that read "This movie is gonna terrify you" when all they were showing where heliocopter shots of trees and road. WhoooOOOOooo, scary.

There was one thing that I found kind of distracting that wasn't the movie's direct fault. 30 Seconds to Mars has a music video for their song "The Kill" which is based pretty heavily on The Shining. OK, it is basically a remake of it in 2 and a half minutes with the bad standing in for Nicholson and fam. I guess I'm a bit of a thickie for not knowing this before, but heck, I hadn't seen the movie before and it's not like I follow 30 Seconds to Mars all that closely. I began noticing the similarites between the two fairly early on, and then felt like a complete tool for thinking then [and at various other points] "Dang, this is like that Jared Leto video..." Meh, whatever.

Anyway...I wasn't too freaked out when we finished, and the episode of Dawson's Creek [my favourite scary-movie antidote] we watched afterwords served to clear up any residual fright that may have stuck around. Miriam still wanted to sleep with her mom, though, so I was like, whatever, and went along with it. Insomnia struck again, however, for the third night in a row. Apparently, falling asleep in school is not enough to convince my body that sleepin' at night is a good thing. This insomnia was not propted by my uncomfortableness with the existance of Jack Nicholson [as that is a battle I am always fighting so it doesn't really bother me anymore], but more an unfocues inability to sleep. It didn't help that I was burnin' up, even when I changed from my fleece pjs to a tank top and my summer bottoms.

Sometime after 1am I decided a change of venues was in order if I was going to ever gonna knock out. My bed, obvs the first choice, was not an option, as it is a pop-up trundle and therefore takes more setting up than is possible alone and in the dark. Miry's bed was covered with clothes and stuffies and cushions, so basically I had to go with the couch, even though the living room was theoretically the scariest room to sleep in, what with the hangin' dryin' clothes, the glowing lights on the electronics, plus the fact that that is where we watched the film. But since I was either fearless or just really tired, because I grabbed a blanket, plopped down, and was out within minutes.

This morning when my mom woke me up she told me that she got up at about 1:30 to use the bathroom and wondered where I was until she found me on the couch. I was a bit worried that would happen, but what was I gonna do? It was either move or not sleep all night. And I couldn't think of any viable ideas for lettin' them know I was goin'...I've found that wakin' people up in the middle of the night makes them grouchy, and they don't remember what you told them, anyways. And it was dark, so leavin' a note ["Dear Mom, I'm on the couch"?] wouldn't work so well. She was suprised that I wasn't scared to sleep alone, and also kinda worried that I was all "Nurr hull no I don't wanna sleep with these crazies" but I think I was able to convince her that wasn't the case.

I have now slept on the couch at all 3 of my hostfamilies houses! Though at Dani's it was actually in my room, so if I got up before anyone came to get me they never knew. Buahahahaha.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy [X a billion],
Nico

Dawson's Creek is the BEST

Hey hey hey!!

So Easter was kinda craze...heaps family an' food an' whatnot...I didn't actually eat THAT much though at lunch, and I only had a piece of salamz, prosciutto, and ricotta for dinz so it wasn't too bad.

To-moz is the first day back at school and I am so basically not excited, OMG. I have gotten used to sleepin' in, wearin' PJs all day and sittin' in front of the teevee, not a blackboard. Phuh.

I was thinkin' about it, you know [big suprise there], and I think the [main] reason that I have been feeling so bleachugh lately is that here I'm kind of, well, isolated, I guess. Haha funny joke, right? Isolated in the European city, not in the one-hoss Nor Cal town. But here, I only get online every couple of days or so, and even then I can't do nearly the amount of staying in touch with friends and catching up on news and pop culture things as I would like or am used to. I do watch TV but the majority of that is music videos or reruns of '90s shows. The only magazines and newspapers, really, are ones that I brought with or that my parents send with packages. So I'm just kind of stangant and starving for new information and inspiration.

Of course, back when moving to this house first came up, all I wanted was stagnancy. Well, now I got it. Be careful what you wish for, I guess!!

And to all the peeps that read this and get all worried up about me: thanks...it's nice to know that you care, but don't spend too much energy on it. I'll just keep pluggin' along alright...though if I don't have a BLT and Coke float on June 23, some shit is REALLY gonna go down.

One thing that was nice was I french-braided my hair today after my shower. It isn't quite long enough, though, so they are falling out a bit. We'll see what it looks like when I wake up tomorrow.

I also haven't really been feeling like Bee Electric lately. Or Bee Cupcake. Maybe it's cuz I changed my hair, and I almost always change my name when that happenz. I dunno. But I think I'm going to start going by Nico. Nico Jack[son].

Ketchup with ya later, Have a nice Wednesday!
Nicoletta Jackson

To-day we went to the mall

and there were some patent shoes and bags that almost made me forget that I was sad. Then I realized that I had left my moneyz at home. And that I couldn't actually afford more shoes and bags. Because I paid someone a lot of money to f*ck up my hair. And then I remembered how lame my life was.

It got a little better when we got home and watched Jumanji on the teevee. I was quite jealous of wee Kirsten Dunst's braidinz, as they [she had two] were quite long and thick. And, come to think of it, probably faux. Dang. Still...

Happy Day Everyone Thought Jesus Was Actually Dead!

And in case I don't get on-line, Happy Day That It Turned Out He Wasn't Well Kind Of But Not Really tomorrow!!

Call me the girl with the fried Egg heart,
Bee Electric

P.S. I heard the US Easter Bunny/Egg Hunt trad. described on a show on MTV Italia [since they don't do that here...losers] and it sounded rather silly and strange when a foreigner described it. Huh.

Two months and Fifteen days

Is a long time to feign happiness when all you feel is miserable. It's also a long time to spend speaking a language that isn't your own, a language in which you struggle to explain even the simplest of thoughts, a language that keeps you, without fail, in the present because the past and future tenses are just too difficult to conjugate. It's a long time to be lonely, so lonely and desperate for the voice, connected to the face, connected to the body of someone whom you have known for more than two weeks. It's also the amount of time I have before I can get on an aereoplane and escape, first to London, then New York, and then finally to home. My real home, with my friends, my family, and my ocean.

I don't know if I can last that long.

I have to get out of here. I can't stand the suffocation anymore. And yet, it's that suffocation that is begging me to stay, that suffocation that is the reason that, no matter how much I want to, need to get out, I'm going to give in and stay. Stay here in this country that I have grown to hate, stay here and force a smile and tell them that I'm happy.

I constantly think about going home. Constantly. It's hard not to. And even as I do, I know that it is futile. The California of my thoughts is not what I'd find upon my early return. This misery I feel now is nothing compared to the soul crushing madness I was buried under before I left. How long would it take for me to slip into that if I came back? Not long, I reckon. But still, it is familiar. And there were spots of sunshine...spots of sunshine that I can never find here, not unless those who have known me for years, those who have known me before I knew myself were here, and that will never happen.

I can't go home. I can't disappoint this family here, in whose house I have been living for so little time, who have already done so much for me, who talk of trips to Florence and Pompeii, all for me. I can't tell them that I don't want their kindnesses. I can't because of the way my mom buys me cornflakes, I can't because of the way my sister hugs me, I can't because of the millions of times they've said the words "June 22". And besides, taking words from The Departed, 'I'm Irish. I'll live with something being wrong for the rest of my life.'

But I still can't look at myself in the mirror. I can't stand to put on a pair of jeans, even more so because that means we're going out, that I have to force myself to be social, that I have to break my thoughts away from a place where I never have to eat salami, fish, or chocolate bars with hazelnuts.

My usual methods of escape aren't working anymore. I've already read every book, every magazine so many times I know the words before I see them. The internet is only accessible every so often, on a computer that takes four hundred years to do anything. And the battery on StrongBad has decided to stop working for an unidentifiable reason.

Two months and fifteen days.

They tell you that from time to time you may wish to go home, but that it is just a phase. How much longer will this phase last? How many weeks do I have to stand this? Will it end when I am somewhere above Wales, seven hours from touching down at JFK? Will it end in eight weeks, when a fortnight is all I have left in this country and everything suddenly seems more precious? I don't know anymore. But I'm not sure I want to wait to find out.

Two months and fifteen days doesn't seem like much when you compare it to the nearly seven months I've spent here already. But it is still as long as the Aussies come here for. It is still a long time.

Hating and missing the greener grass,
Bee Electric

Sucktastic Suckiness of my Suckster Life.

Sorry I haven't been updatin'... I don't get online much anymore, and even when I do this danged computer is so old and slow it takes forever to do anything. Plus I had to get my SEP app all wrapped up.

Since Easter holls start tomoz, hopefully I'll get some mighty nice entries done about the Rome Trip and then the suprise Costa Azzurra Trip.

Until then, I'll just tell you about today. TODAY IS THE WORST FRICKIN DAY. And it's only 5 o'clock. WT Hull is up with so many days lately being the worst? Basically today I was gonna get my hair dyed blonde, and was pretty much really excited about that. When we got to the salon, though, the folk were all, "Nurrz we can't do all yer hair blonde 'cause we're stoopid so we gots to do some brown and some blonde." Even though I had some misgivings [OK, a lot of misgivings...such as WT Hull can't they do all blonde, and also the blonde brunette look is so hardcore over!] I agreed to it because I was so desperate for blonde, any blonde. WORST F*CKING IDEA, EVER. What is wrong with me?

I started feeling worse and worse as I sat there with my hair all done up for AGES, and when they finally rinsed it all out and I actually saw it kinda, I felt like crying. And then when the dude was all blowdryin' it and shizZz I did start crying, but you couldn't tell 'cause my hair was all in my face. Aw-f*ckin'-ful. Especially the way he blewdryed it all big and nineties. WT Hull is it with peeps and givin' me Nineties hair? But basically it looked crapolicious. And then I went to go pay for it, and you wanna know how much that stupid f*ckup of a dyejob cost me? SIXTY TWO EUROS. Like a stab to the heart. Sixty two stabs to the heart, to be exact.

When my mom picked me and Miriam up, she asked us how we liked what we got [Miri got a cut & style...the dude blowdried it in this awful flippy ends way...not what she asked for at all]. Miriam said she liked the cut but that the style was so not even, and her mom's like, "Well did you tell him that?" Miri: "No." And then she asked me and I told her I didn't know...which basically means "No but I'm hoping I'll get used to it."

As soon as we got home I ran into the bathroom to cry in peace but when I came out you could still tell I had, even though I washed my face. My mom asked me if I cried and I was like "No...maybe..." and then started crying again. Way to go, Bee! So she basically figured out that both of us hate what we got and neither of us had the balls to tell the hair peeps that...even though, as she pointed out, we were paying. A lot. But dude, my hair looks like a rear end because I was stupid. It's not their fault...it came out like he said it was going to...I am just a tard and agreed to get that shizZz done. Whatever, my mom is going to the salon tomorrow and is tellin' them she ehn't goin' back no more 'cause they're lame. Isn't she rad?

That being said, I am just about thisclose to a Britterz style break down, head shavin' included. Head shavin' ESPECIALLY included. All I want is to go home. I am sick of this stupid country. I am sick of not having my own life. I am sick of having to go to some shit parruchiere and over paying to not get what I want. I am sick of having to pretend all the time. I am sick of having to eat. I'm sick of being an add-on, an appendage. I'm just sick of everything. I want to go home. This is what I am thinking almost every second: "I don't want to be here." What makes it hard is that my family here is so nice, and they are being so good to me I don't want to hurt them or disappoint them or anything by leaving early. But I can't help it. I'm going insane. I have to get out of here.

I don't want to go to the dance tonight...I don't want to do anything. All the crying has exhausted me to the point that I just want to sleep. I want to sleep and when I wake up, I want to be at home. Home as in America. California. Gualala. 46170 on the street that makes me glad we have a P.O. Box.

Soz for being negz but she can't help it,
Bee Electric

How do you say good-bye?

Today was my last day at the ole Liceo Scientifico in Maddz...it was weird. I was only there for 2 hours, then was outta there [as I am takin' the Rome train in a couple of hours]. It was hard to say goodbye to Vale again, and then to Pina and the other kids in my class. Because of the schedule I was on I didn't really get to see Dani, Gra, Gianni, Andrè, or any of my other friends. I guess that gives me all the more reason to come back to visit!! I got a letter from the Preside Principal dude that said that I attended school there for six months blah blah blah, but I think I am going to try to talk my way into at least some history and philosophy credits when I get back to California. The Prez must like me, though, 'cause he was all "Bye bye come back to visit!" And when I said I would, he asked "sure?" How rad.

M'kay I'm gonna go comment the FF blog some more. Then, you know, go to Rome. Let's see if I can survive for 4 days or whatever without StrongBad. This izZz gonna be difficult.

Arrivaderci, fooz!
Roamin' her way to Rome like MK&A,
Bee Electric

Skippydy doo dah skippity day

Hey Kidz!

So I am settling in at the new place...the family is really nice and I am having a good time. I still kinda want to go home, though, but I know that I'm not going to, and that by the time I got it together it would be too late.

I think the problem is that I am just kind of over this whole exchange student thing. Burnt out. It doesn't help that my internet time is limited and crap, and when I am online I can't get everything done [email, blog reading/commenting, updatin' here, facebookin', myspacin'] that I need to, not to mention I am going without my podcasts and intarwub radio. Dang it!

Vabbè. Yesterday we bought a jar of Skippy peanut butter. Life isn't all bad.

I really should go finish packing for Rome as Giuseppina's going to come pick me up in a couple of hours to go back to Maddz. Tomorrow I'm going to school to say bye to everyone and then take the train to Rome. Dammit I rlly hope that my stupid package shows up in time!! I don't so much need the bag anymore right now [as my host mom is lending me one] but apparently there is heaps other stuff in there, too. And I am planning on taking the train home to Aversa instead of Maddz, 'cause that is closer so my mom can pick me up.

I also need to finish my SEP application. Maybe I'll call my Momz tonight if I have time to see if I can come up with more extracurriculars and volunteer bits. WHY AM I SO BOOOOOOOOOOOORING??

I'm not bringing my computer with me to Rome because we are staying in a hostel, I think [just watch, it'll be locky-type rooms and free WiFi, I bet] and I don't want it to get stolenerized. That does mean that I won't be able to dump off my photos at the end of each day and that I won't be able to charge Veronica. Craaaaaaaaaaap.

OK I'm going to finish packing and then sleep for a few ages. Or eat some peanut butter.

Ketch ya later,
Bee Electric