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Tomorrow I leave for ROME!

Oh hey guys.

It's 8:30 pm and I still haven't started to pack. I always do this. Long plane rides and airports are among my least favorite things, but I'm excited to get there.

I am really down to go to the Cappuchin Crypt. It's a tiny area beneath the Santa Maria della Immacolata Concezione church in which the walls are decorated with the bones of over 4,000 Cappuchin monks. There's even a Crypt of the Skulls with flower shapes formed with skulls and wings made out of shoulder blades. Creepy!

After Rome we catch an old-fashioned train to Venice. My dad is very excited about this (the train, not Venice). Then we go to Lake Como.

Fly home from Switzerland on the 2nd. My dad says pack big coats for the alps. Will it be snowy?, I ask--Really snowy? Will there be Saint Bernard dogs? Can I pet them?

How am I supposed to know?, says Dad. Just bring a sweater.

Let me know if you'll be in Europe at the same time. Otherwise: andiamo!


'cause ladies from the west got game.

Two disturbing things happened today. The first was the realization that with all of the writing and reading I've been doing for my internship, I haven't picked up a real, live novel since Vassar let out for the summer. (Suggestions? Comment me.) The second was what I found my ten-year-old brother doing when I arrived back home this afternoon: pretending to smoke five fake cigarettes at once, which he had carefully constructed out of rolled-up colored paper (white for the tiny cylinder, red and orange for its fire tip). He had also created a matching rectangular box for the cigarettes, which read "Cigarettes" across the front in crayon. He then told me he was just heading upstairs to watch Winnie the Pooh. I worry he's been renting too many black and white movies. He's a big fan of Bogart.

Bad boy, Humphrey.

Nora and I tattooed vulgar phrases on each other's arms at Nick's the other night. I had to wash all of them off except this one:

On Saturday we're going to check out our first apartment. I'm really getting into this house-hunting business. The one we're going to see this weekend is near everything we need for an optimal quality of life: friends, a sushi boat spot, and our favorite park.

Nora and gatorade, sittin' (by) a tree.


making frozen ravioli in the microwave was not such a good idea.

I was feeling creative, so I made stationary out of origami paper and the strange postcards from communist Russia that I found at a fair in Poughkeepsie. They look like this.

This postcard originally had the communist sickle and hammer insignia symbol on the back. COOL!

Cutty Russian dolls.

Sushi makes me hun-gry.