Don't Make Me Blog

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I found this incredibly relevant as today has been my first official day on my own in Los Angeles.  My roommate went to work and I unpacked my last few boxes while watching season 1 of Buffy of the Vampire Slayer.  It was classic and a great start to the day.  My bedroom looks like a room!  

But, after I finished unpacking, is where I went horribly wrong. I can’t even remember what I did.  It definitely involved facebook, my pandora “Skinny Love” station and more television though.  I cleaned the kitchen at some point too.  Finding (the right) motivation is very difficult. I feel like I’m in school again. Finding a job is such a job.

I’m not going to lie to everyone.  I do not understand what blogging is, nor do I understand the concept of posting things. I don’t know how to re-blog favorite OC moments. I don’t know how to link to other people’s amazing blog posts. I don’t even know how to search for things. The entirety of generation Y will probably be very disappointed in me.  I do think I have a firm grasp on tagging though.  I’m going to tag the shit out of this thing.

Anyways, what I do know how to do on this thing is write about myself.  Maybe not write well. But, I would say I have, at least, a basic knowledge of the English language…Yeah, I’m losing my train of thought and confusing myself. 

Look. This is it.  I’ve started up my blog again.  I have just graduated from Elon University with a major in film and a minor in music technology.  I was born and raised on Long Island, New York. A month after my graduation, I moved to Los Angeles, California, to, I guess, “follow my dreams.”  It’s been one week and I’m proud to say I have not cried in 24 hours. I’m going against everything I’ve read in job search help sources and starting a personal, but not too personal, blog about my new life in California.    

First and foremost, I’d like anyone who reads this, who has working knowledge of the greater Los Angeles area, to recommend me a good bagel and/or cannoli place.  I am in dire need of both respective foods.  If you can find me a production job, I will buy you a bagel, or cannoli, from said place you recommend.

It has been a little over a month since I’ve returned home from my 4 month adventure in Italy.  I’m aware that my blogging stopped around halfway through, which is unfortunate. I still have some final videos to make. They’ll happen. At some point. Some day.

I’m currently taking two online courses for school and working part-time as a pool lifeguard. That’s a whole other story in itself. But, what I thought I’d talk about today, at 1:45AM, is what I miss and don’t miss about Italy. Let’s start with what I miss, so that when I start crying, I can use what I don’t miss as therapy.

I miss:

1. speaking italian - yes, it’s true. My every day struggle and frustration is what I miss most. I miss saying “ciao” and avoiding the word “buon giorno” cause I can’t pronounce it correctly. I miss ordering food at restaurants cause it’s the only thing I could do. I even miss the men who yelled (most likely inappropriate) Italian things at me.

2. Guessing at food labels - there is nothing more entertaining than running through Italian words in your head and trying to figure out how to say what you want to buy, as well as, if what you’re buying is what you wanted to buy in the first place

3. Conad - speaking of food, Conad, our supermarket. I miss the giant meat section, the fresh parmigiana cheese and the non refrigerated eggs.

4. Food - specifically, mozzarella cheese. Conad brand mozzarella was the most delicious piece of food anyone could ask for ever in their life. I no longer enjoy the taste of “fresh” mozzarella here in Amurica. Freedom tastes dry.

5. Other food besides mozzarella - I just miss food. And gelato! Oh my gosh, gelato. Going back to icecream has been a horrible transition. Really. Gelato is that good.

6. Eating and drinking on the street - I seem to have a theme happening

7. Going anywhere whenever I want - wanna go to the country side? ok. Wanna go lay out in the Boboli Gardens? ok. Want to go to a club tonight? ok. Want to cook two boxes of pasta and add spinach, tomato and mozzarella? ok. done, done, done.

8. Italian boys - when you find them, they’re beautiful.

9. Vespa’s - I love vespas. Double if there’s a cute Italian boy attached to one.

10. Gusta brothers - I miss Gusta pizza, Gusta panino and Gusta osteria. I <3 Gusta. Our relationship ended too soon.

11. Prosecco - Italian champagne. God’s gift to me.

12. the Euro - We don’t have 20 cent coins in America? 2 dollar coins? 1 dollar coins? Why aren’t our bills as shiny? And why are they so long? (one of the more difficult transitions was reunderstanding my currency).

13. Anything can happen - Florence is similar to NYC in that literally anything can happen. But it’s smaller, so you’re more likely to run into the many surprises Florence has to offer

14. The “aiuto” lady - even though I’m not a fan of beggars, the aiuto lady that wore crocs was one of the highlights of my day. I loved her outfits and her swift determination.

15. The man working at the cafe on the ponte vecchio. I found him too late in the game to truly appreciate how wonderful he was. Always a smile and always appreciative of my Italian. He never gave me a tourist price - I would probably go back and marry him.

16. My apartment/my roommates: I miss my roommates so much. They made my Italy experience what it was and for everything we’ve been through, I’m happy to say we’re still friends. I wish we were back in our ridiculous apartment cooking pasta and dancing in the kitchen. Lauren, stop dropping food on the floor.

Now that I’m going to start tearing up:

I Don’t Miss:

1. The club scene - I have never been more uncomfortable in a situation than in an Italian club. People are rude, none of them are actually Italian, and if you’re a woman, you might as well just accept that someone is going to try and molest you

2. Stupid tourists who don’t even try to speak Italian - get some friggen culture and don’t look at your server like he’s an idiot cause he can’t understand you. It’s Italy, bitch - benvenuti a mia casa.

3. Overpriced taxi cabs - you know who you are. You bastards thinking you can get anything out of us cause we can’t speak your language. And, you’re right.

4. Being unable to dispute problems with Italians - nothing made me angrier than when I had a problem and could not explain myself. This happened a decent amount of times to bother me.

5. The horses and carriages - kind of petty at this point, but they smelled, they dirtied  the streets and common…who cares… put the horse away, buddy.

6. Being unable to show my legs & wear flip flops - it’s 2011. Women have rights and flip flops are comfortable.

7. Weird meat - I don’t know what you people are eating, but it’s weird and it’s from some part of an animal that I don’t want to know about. Just give me a hot dog.

8. The exchange rate - screw you, you wiped out my bank account.

9. Cobble stones - you know, I miss them and I don’t. I am happy to be able to wear any pair of shoes I want with just a regular fear of tripping instead of the “I am going to trip, and when I do, I am going to die” fear.

That’s all I got right now. I’m sure there’s billions more things I miss and don’t miss. There are. I’m thinking of more as I type. I miss Lauren’s Italian family, I don’t miss my shitty Italian phone, I miss the live music everywhere, I don’t miss feeling out of the loop about everything else in the world, but, mostly I just miss the back and forth frustration and happiness that came with living in Florence, Italy. Dammit, Jersey shore, can’t believe you’re in my city.

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1. my pocketbook

2. my sunglasses

3. my lap top

4. my lap top’s battery charger

5. my necklace

6. the charm on my necklace

7. my jeans

8. my feet

I think I need to go home.

March 19th-21st: Dublin, Ireland

March 22nd-23rd: Brussels, Belgium

March 24th-26th: Berlin, Germany

March 30th-April 2nd: Barcelona, Spain

April 9th-April 10th: Sorrento, Pompeii, Capri; Italy

April 15nd-April 17th: Olbia, Sardegna; Italy

April 22th-April 25th: Licata, Sicily; Italy

Unfreakinbelievable.

Explain (verb): to give the reason for or cause of

Pronounced: literally exactly how it looks… EX-Plain. Or, X-Plain. Or, even, IX-Plain

For Italians, however,

Pronounced: éssplain

One week ago, I was on my laptop when it started flickering and freezing and being a pain in the butt. After keeping it off for the rest of the day, I proceeded to turn it back on in the evening and see if it would let me watch Modern Family. It had worked. Success! I got to watch 10 minutes before it froze again. Another 2 minutes later, the laptop was toast. 

I’m going to skip over the part where I have a fit, yell, call my father and freak out. I am really good at handling stress.

Thanks to my Dad’s research and my roommate’s cousin’s recommendation, I went to the closest thing I could get to a mac store: Uno SRL.

Now, don’t be fooled by the name of the store.  Because the store is literally a mac store.  I walked in, downtrodden and furious, into this store and said “do you speak English?” to the first guy I saw. I didn’t even ask this in Italian, as I usually do.  I needed shit to get done.  My new friend, David (Dah-VEED), said “a little.”  So I said to him “my computer is broken.” 

David took my laptop and brought it over to his station, where he proceeded to turn it on.  He then started singing “donggg,” tapping his foot and then repeated the phrase.  I thought to myself how crazy Italians are when suddenly the computer started up and made that same noise and he smiled at me. This was love.

He explained to me that nothing was lost and everything seemed to be working fine, except for my screen.  He then made the “don don don” noise as he searched for the problem. 

In the end, I had to part with laptop, so that someone could figure out what was wrong.  The next day, David called to tell me what was wrong with my computer and the cost would be 119 euro. I informed him of my warrantee and he said he would double-check. This was his e-mail response:

Good morning,
is informed to me through the assistance and turns out that your computer is under guarantee.
You I yesterday wonder excuse for my error to the telephone. You do not have to spedere null because you are covered by Apple Dear Protection Plan.
If you have Need of any clarification to care, I remain to your disposition.
I wonder excuse for my not perfect English.

Sincerely Yours

_David_
  UNO
_Team_

Now, don’t fall in love just yet, as I did. Don’t let their terribly adorable English con you into believing that these are harmless, sweet, pasta-loving Italian men. They will steal your money, and take advantage of the fact that not only can you not speak Italian, but you can’t speak computer either! It was after this that David told me it would be 2-3 weeks to fix. Then, his buddy, Signor Fix-It, called to tell me that something else was wrong with the laptop that did not fall under the warrantee. 210 euro. In theory, I get it back in nine days. I will be in America 15.