Italy

I need to go to Italy. Magic happens in Italy. The lost, confused,and alone flock to Italy and come back with renewed vigor and true love. Chick flicks are evidence of this.

Think about it:
Letters to Juliet, The Lizzie McGuire Movie, Roman Holiday (sob!), The Italian Job, Much Ado About Nothing, and Return to Me. And these are only the ones I've seen.

Speaking of Return to Me, it's quite possibly one of my favorite movies. Grace and Bob are at very different points in life. He's grieving a recently dead wife. She's getting used to life without heart disease (courtesy of a new heart.) Their paths cross in an Italian restaurant, and thus begins one of the purest, most romantic relationships I've ever seen on a screen. In middle school my journal heard all about how I wanted one of the "smiley kisses" Bob and Grace shared. Their kisses were not lust-driven, passion-filled maulings. Their first kiss was short, slow, awkward, and sweet. As they stepped back they were both wearing dopey grins. Smiley kiss.

Predictably, a conflict had to be introduced to the story or it wouldn't have been a good story. Tears were involved. Bob went home and Grace went to....you guessed it: Italy. There she painted and sat on rooftops and road her bicycle. And of course Bob realized what an idiot he had been and went to Italy, effectively crushing all doubt of their love. They lived happily ever after.
I think everyone has days when they want to go to Italy. To clear their heads. To change it up. To fall in love. To get over love.

I want to go to Italy because I think it'd be fun to red a red bicycle on cobblestones.

This is Halloween, this is Halloween!

Halloween weekend. Some college girls are at the dances in tiny skirts and high heels. Some are cuddling up with boys in front of a scary movie. Some are sleeping. Some are doing homework (ick.)
I'm not.
I had planned on sleeping by midnight, but GI Jane and my roommate distracted me. That and my new nail polish. I bought some crackle nail polish tonight to help my Halloween costume out a little. Of course, I got the cheapo kind, so the results aren't great, but hey, it was fun for $5. ($3 for the crackle, $2 for the regular.)

Sorry for the lousy quality. I'm a wee bit too lazy to take a picture on my camera to post tonight.

These nails will go with me this weekend as I bake three pumpkin pies, possibly go to a corn maze, get visited by my hometeachers, study, write a paper, take a psych test and dress up as a spider web because I have no creativity and feel like decorating my dance clothes.

What are you guys doing for Halloween?

Restless

I'm restless.
You can take that in a couple of ways, I guess. There's the actual definition of restless: you know, restless. Unsettled. Ready to do....anything crazy, but without any idea of what.
Or you can read it as rest-less. Like I've had less rest than I should, which is very true. I had planned on sleeping until about 10:30am this morning--it IS Saturday after all. Instead, Emily (wonderful roommate) unintentionally woke up me at 9:30 while she was getting dressed to go to Stake Conference. I didn't know we had it today, which is why I was going to sleep through it. Well, I got up and went to SC. It was a good meeting, and ended with me feeling restless.

A couple of hours later, Russell and I rented a tandem bike. Aren't we cute?

Well, that's not quite us, but it's the same basic idea.
Getting started was a little shaky, but I'm amazed at how quickly we figured it out, and even more so at how we seemed to pedal and stop pedaling at the same times.
We costed along the bike path, enjoying the gorgeous 66 degree weather. Really, Utah, it's almost November! But I love this weather.

With all that goodness in one day, why the heck am I so restless?

Act-Cow-Mermaid Feet

Once upon a time, there lived several crazy college students. One (obviously exhausted)night they got into a massive leg massage chain. Oh blessed mermaid, how good that felt! Push came to shove and twenty minutes later, roommate Natalie (who for the sake of the story shall be called Natalie) started to draw on roommate Russell's feet (who for the sake of the story shall be called Boyfriend. Also, he's not actually our roommate.) Other character: Erika (otherwise known as Me.)
Well, Natalie was using her superior artistic powers to drawn this immodest and freakishly tinied rib caged creature on Boyfriend's foot. Me was laying with me's head on Boyfriend's belly, texting long and outrageous stories to Boyfriend's phone. The story goes as follows:
Once
upon
a
a
time
a
act-cow-mermaid
love
in a pond of
fell.
Pie
drowned.
Pie
and
ate
Russell's
tickly
face.
It
was
delicious.
Love,
Erika.
Maybe we should get married
Said the mermaid.
but apparently pie was a liar
So pie learned to text
And vowed to learn
English
and stopped speaking
because her man
sounded like a
creeper helium guy
with hairy...everything.

The only clarification Me can offer is that Me's brother took her phone and texted Pie so many times in place of She that whenever she wants to text she, pie shows up instead.

And that is why college is dangerious, folks. Girls who used to be somewhat normal and intelligent (for example, a girl who for the sake of the story we'll call Erika) go crazy.