11) Wear sunscreen!!!! I got a wicked sunburn yesterday because I was at the sea from 11 a.m. to 6:30 p.m. and knowing the irresponsible side of me I totallly blew off sunscreen and smothered the baby oil on because I wanted a TAN! Well I got the different pigment color of my screen part right, besides the fact it's a color of a tomato. Oh and the coolest part is that I have bracelets that I wear everyday and my watch soooo I get an awesome sunburn (not tan) line that looks like I'm wearing a white wrist band on each arm.
12) I forgot to mention luandry. So I brought a week supply of underwear so I could just wash it by the end of the week, so it comes to be sunday and my host mom already threw all the dirty laundry that was in the hamper in the wash, which was very nice of her. But the embarrassing part is that here they do the whole clothes line thing so next thing I know is every pair of underwear I brought (thongs) are pinned up nice and neatly on the clothes line right in front of their house! Perfect!
13) Yesterday it was my first time riding the dundadadun (okay I honestly forgot the name) like motor-bike thing. But still none the less, I had to check to see if it literally scared the crap out of me or I was just overreacting! It's not so much the speed or the freeness and you could tip at any moment, it's more of all those factors and city traffic. The point in the motor bike is you weave through all the cars, go really fast, and it's more time and travel efficient. I have to say though, it was a pretty cool experience seeming I'm probably never going to ride on one anywhere else but here. But you know what they say when in Rome do as the Romans do, yeah we're not in Rome..but I'm sure closer then most people =]
Ok Ciao!!!
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
No parlo Italiano!!!
Wow it's been a long time since I even remembered I had this thing. Oh well here I go telling you stories of my Italian adventure that will make you laugh at your computer and feel akward by doing so. Well there's many things fresh in my mind that I've done this trip I will tel l you in readers digest form because well...I'm lazy. =]
1) The drving here is NUTS, there's about 1 million occupants in the town of Palermo and it seems they all want to go driving at the same time..outcome..chaos. It takes 30 minutes to get to somewhere about 10 miles away. Maybe I think it's crazy driving because I am at all times riding in a mini-car, which I didn't even know they made cars smaller then a smart car but I've been wrong before. This (mini-car) brings me back to the days where I used to drive in a barbie jeep but it actually has an engine..well an engine with limits, it can only go 60 km at the most (In mph ?? google it) Oh and if someone ahead of you isn't driving the way YOU want them too. HONK. HONK. and HONK. It's hilarious sometimes the thought of someone just placing their palms on the horn and you don't take it off until you've reached your destination, well for here? it's life.
2) Just don't go to the bathroom, hold it until you go back to America. My only advice.
3) Some good times, well I love the sea here. It's beautiful!!! I love relaxing on the beach and soaking up the sun. I also love to walk down town it seems here that they are obessesed with all the high dollar name brands but...it's nice to look. Actually I was so so grateful that my wonderful Host Dad bought me an 80£ dress for a birthday party. I know what your thinking, but I didn't ask him at all! He told me to try it on, because Andrea was shopping for an outfit for that night also, so I did and I told him I didn't bring any money. Which I guess apalled him because even if I had HE was going to buy it for me....I've always been a daddy's girl I guess things never change when you've left your country =P but anyways, I've seen tourist bus in movies but never actually thought I'd be on one, they're actually pretty sweet. I saw so many historical sights and I could stop and get off and get back on the next one whenever I wanted. I think palermo is amazing, I have a great view from my house, of the mountains, the sea, and the city.
4) I am an American Italian, so here I feel like a celebrity! You all who know me well, know I love attention =) Here I get all the attention and more, I go to the beach AMERICAN, I go to the disco AMERICAN, I go shopping AMERICAN, I sit and have lunch AMERICAN. I've never had people fight who I like more, or who sits by me, or buys me something. It's abby this, abby that, abby what do you like? ahhh it never gets old. I'm really going to miss that part =(
5) So I get here and my suitcase doesn't. BIG PROBLEM. Good thing my mom is mega-mom and is ready for a world disaster at all times and packed everything I could possibly need in my carry-on. Yay MOM!!....but we forgot something. A swimming suit, which it is the island of Sicily so there's going to be the sea, everywhere. The second day I'm here, and my suitcase is not, Andrea plans on taking me to the mondello (sea) okay I say not wanting to spoil the trip already. But I don't have a swimming suit I tell him...we go shopping at a place where I'd consider wal-marts throwbacks haha. Okay, so now the choosing part. No dressing rooms, No sizes that I can recognize, and Andrea. So I'm sitting here getting advice from Andrea on what cheap swimming suit I can buy. Okay good, that's over with now to the sea! So we get there, I have to change in a cabin where Andrea is guarding the door, there's no mirrors so little do I know that this thing I call a swimming suit is more like my little sisters bra...which everyone knows DOESN'T fit me, and Avery's (my neices) underwear. I am not a fan of done lap, you know where your waist done laps your pants. But that day..i didn't have a choice I came out of the cabin looking like a St. Bernard fitting into a little Pomeranian's cage. Did I mention this is the first time I'm meeting any of Andrea's friends? yeah. What a day!!
6) They make fun of anything I say, because I say it "rude" as they would say. I'm not proper. What's more proper than actually SPEAKING English. But I understand that what they learn in school is different then when I talk to them, but still. It get's annoying having Italians whose English vocabulary consists of stupid, rude, and fat fix my English? ughh Oh and they mostly learn their English from songs...bad...and T-shirts...bad. So when they talk to me....bad. You get the point. I realized the 4th day I was here that they have no idea what they're saying to me, ha and when I explained it. Silence and apologies. Haha Speaking of English songs...it's funny because at the Discos every song I here Is English and I know it, so I'm singing along and everyones looking at me..instant notice that I'm American. No one knows what they're dancing too haha it makes me laugh. Their was this terrible song "work your pussy baby" that was playing everyone was saying it...I was dumbfounded like what a crude song and I saw Andrea singing it, I asked him if he even knew what it ment? Of course not, then I was at the sea and this guy was listening to it on his Ipod and he turned to me and asked in an italian accent that was hard to understand "what does work your pussy mean?" rrrreally...Here's where the funny part is, if they ask you something you have the power to invent an meaning all by yourself and they don't question it because dun dada dun your the American!! haha So I told them that Pussy was another name for a cat, and when you work it, it's a type of dance you do...complete rubbish. But it's a lot easier than explaining the real meaning if you know what I mean.
7) Ohhh the BOYFRIEND!! I show everyone my boyfriend Keegan's picture. All the girls and guys are jealous. I love it. They say it's like a movie, I'm the cheerleader he plays football, typical American. Girls come to me and say it's their dream to be a cheerleader and it's their dream to go to America...I'm sorry that I'm living your dream??
8) Food. Food here is amazing! I don't even know what I'm eating half the time, but it's good! The rumors about their ice cream being the best, is most definitely true and they eat it up literally. The eat ice cream here like it's air. Oh and the eating times here....are way different then America. You eat in the morning when you wake up, ok. At 1:00 you eat lunch ehh... I'm used to 12ish but I can manage. 6:00 ugh I'm starving whens dinner? 8:00 I'm really really hungry!! 9:00ish DINNER!!!! oh and afterwards at like 11:00 you go out for ice cream. It's crazy it's normal here to not go to bed until 1:00 every night, the whole family.
9) The infamous Ok Ciao! Everyone here says it if you don't want to talk to the other person anymore. So far it's all I've mastered and stick to what you know right? Everyone gets a kick out of it when I say it anyways, give the crowd what they want!! Ok Ciao!
10) Ciao (kiss, kiss) Yeah I wish I rememberd that when I very first arrived and my host brother came out of the house to greet me....Well it was a ciao, and a WHAT ARE DOING! I made up for it later by explaining that no one in America does that. But now I'm used to it, but I never make the obnoxious kissing sound like everyone here does. I feel rude, but I just can't do it. It's weird to me. You kiss a stangers cheek and you make everyone in the room know you did it by making the loudest smacking sound! I don't even air kiss, I touch cheeks hahaha
I'll post more later...I have so much more to say, and if I had people to do it for me. You'd get to know what it is now! But guess I don't have everything I want....oh well.
Ti amo tutti!! Buona notte!
1) The drving here is NUTS, there's about 1 million occupants in the town of Palermo and it seems they all want to go driving at the same time..outcome..chaos. It takes 30 minutes to get to somewhere about 10 miles away. Maybe I think it's crazy driving because I am at all times riding in a mini-car, which I didn't even know they made cars smaller then a smart car but I've been wrong before. This (mini-car) brings me back to the days where I used to drive in a barbie jeep but it actually has an engine..well an engine with limits, it can only go 60 km at the most (In mph ?? google it) Oh and if someone ahead of you isn't driving the way YOU want them too. HONK. HONK. and HONK. It's hilarious sometimes the thought of someone just placing their palms on the horn and you don't take it off until you've reached your destination, well for here? it's life.
2) Just don't go to the bathroom, hold it until you go back to America. My only advice.
3) Some good times, well I love the sea here. It's beautiful!!! I love relaxing on the beach and soaking up the sun. I also love to walk down town it seems here that they are obessesed with all the high dollar name brands but...it's nice to look. Actually I was so so grateful that my wonderful Host Dad bought me an 80£ dress for a birthday party. I know what your thinking, but I didn't ask him at all! He told me to try it on, because Andrea was shopping for an outfit for that night also, so I did and I told him I didn't bring any money. Which I guess apalled him because even if I had HE was going to buy it for me....I've always been a daddy's girl I guess things never change when you've left your country =P but anyways, I've seen tourist bus in movies but never actually thought I'd be on one, they're actually pretty sweet. I saw so many historical sights and I could stop and get off and get back on the next one whenever I wanted. I think palermo is amazing, I have a great view from my house, of the mountains, the sea, and the city.
4) I am an American Italian, so here I feel like a celebrity! You all who know me well, know I love attention =) Here I get all the attention and more, I go to the beach AMERICAN, I go to the disco AMERICAN, I go shopping AMERICAN, I sit and have lunch AMERICAN. I've never had people fight who I like more, or who sits by me, or buys me something. It's abby this, abby that, abby what do you like? ahhh it never gets old. I'm really going to miss that part =(
5) So I get here and my suitcase doesn't. BIG PROBLEM. Good thing my mom is mega-mom and is ready for a world disaster at all times and packed everything I could possibly need in my carry-on. Yay MOM!!....but we forgot something. A swimming suit, which it is the island of Sicily so there's going to be the sea, everywhere. The second day I'm here, and my suitcase is not, Andrea plans on taking me to the mondello (sea) okay I say not wanting to spoil the trip already. But I don't have a swimming suit I tell him...we go shopping at a place where I'd consider wal-marts throwbacks haha. Okay, so now the choosing part. No dressing rooms, No sizes that I can recognize, and Andrea. So I'm sitting here getting advice from Andrea on what cheap swimming suit I can buy. Okay good, that's over with now to the sea! So we get there, I have to change in a cabin where Andrea is guarding the door, there's no mirrors so little do I know that this thing I call a swimming suit is more like my little sisters bra...which everyone knows DOESN'T fit me, and Avery's (my neices) underwear. I am not a fan of done lap, you know where your waist done laps your pants. But that day..i didn't have a choice I came out of the cabin looking like a St. Bernard fitting into a little Pomeranian's cage. Did I mention this is the first time I'm meeting any of Andrea's friends? yeah. What a day!!
6) They make fun of anything I say, because I say it "rude" as they would say. I'm not proper. What's more proper than actually SPEAKING English. But I understand that what they learn in school is different then when I talk to them, but still. It get's annoying having Italians whose English vocabulary consists of stupid, rude, and fat fix my English? ughh Oh and they mostly learn their English from songs...bad...and T-shirts...bad. So when they talk to me....bad. You get the point. I realized the 4th day I was here that they have no idea what they're saying to me, ha and when I explained it. Silence and apologies. Haha Speaking of English songs...it's funny because at the Discos every song I here Is English and I know it, so I'm singing along and everyones looking at me..instant notice that I'm American. No one knows what they're dancing too haha it makes me laugh. Their was this terrible song "work your pussy baby" that was playing everyone was saying it...I was dumbfounded like what a crude song and I saw Andrea singing it, I asked him if he even knew what it ment? Of course not, then I was at the sea and this guy was listening to it on his Ipod and he turned to me and asked in an italian accent that was hard to understand "what does work your pussy mean?" rrrreally...Here's where the funny part is, if they ask you something you have the power to invent an meaning all by yourself and they don't question it because dun dada dun your the American!! haha So I told them that Pussy was another name for a cat, and when you work it, it's a type of dance you do...complete rubbish. But it's a lot easier than explaining the real meaning if you know what I mean.
7) Ohhh the BOYFRIEND!! I show everyone my boyfriend Keegan's picture. All the girls and guys are jealous. I love it. They say it's like a movie, I'm the cheerleader he plays football, typical American. Girls come to me and say it's their dream to be a cheerleader and it's their dream to go to America...I'm sorry that I'm living your dream??
8) Food. Food here is amazing! I don't even know what I'm eating half the time, but it's good! The rumors about their ice cream being the best, is most definitely true and they eat it up literally. The eat ice cream here like it's air. Oh and the eating times here....are way different then America. You eat in the morning when you wake up, ok. At 1:00 you eat lunch ehh... I'm used to 12ish but I can manage. 6:00 ugh I'm starving whens dinner? 8:00 I'm really really hungry!! 9:00ish DINNER!!!! oh and afterwards at like 11:00 you go out for ice cream. It's crazy it's normal here to not go to bed until 1:00 every night, the whole family.
9) The infamous Ok Ciao! Everyone here says it if you don't want to talk to the other person anymore. So far it's all I've mastered and stick to what you know right? Everyone gets a kick out of it when I say it anyways, give the crowd what they want!! Ok Ciao!
10) Ciao (kiss, kiss) Yeah I wish I rememberd that when I very first arrived and my host brother came out of the house to greet me....Well it was a ciao, and a WHAT ARE DOING! I made up for it later by explaining that no one in America does that. But now I'm used to it, but I never make the obnoxious kissing sound like everyone here does. I feel rude, but I just can't do it. It's weird to me. You kiss a stangers cheek and you make everyone in the room know you did it by making the loudest smacking sound! I don't even air kiss, I touch cheeks hahaha
I'll post more later...I have so much more to say, and if I had people to do it for me. You'd get to know what it is now! But guess I don't have everything I want....oh well.
Ti amo tutti!! Buona notte!
Monday, October 12, 2009
Numero uno post!!
Okay Soo.... First post eh?
This is just an introduction, I figured I'm 16, grounded, and have no life. Perfect credentials for making a BLOG. I aim to make this blog a mixture of random things to brighten your day and to make you happy by seeing the random crap that get thrown my way. =]
Anywho..... We should start off with today, today I am sick. SUCKS. but.....the good news is theres snow outside and that means grandma sweaters horrayy!!!
I'm also trying to loose some weight. I will keep you guys updated on my failure of that. Ta-da I've accomplished to write a no where near perfect paragraph for my English teacher. He will be so proud. Speaking of English, I need to read..........nahhhh. My laptop is so much more entertaining and it can do so much more then tell me a story that would take me weeks to read, it can just show it to me an an hour or so!!! yupp, technology in my time is taking over too. As of now, I can assure you everyone in my school is lacking sleep because like me, their on these evil laptops....ALL...THE....TIME and they probably won't even recognize their one family members when their laptop is taken away from them at the end of the school year. Well at least I'm putting it too good use, and well sharing with "you" my life's curve balls at me...yep I had to go back and correct that because I spelled curve wrong. I need a day job???? Well you guys can join me in my adventure also to find a job. Oh and one last thing I forgot to mention we also have a foreign exchange student at my house named Francesca from Italy, who by the way rocks my world!! This should be fun!! =]
and away we go.........................
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