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So just a few things to comment on that I haven't had the chance to seeing that I was in Lake Como and Switzerland all weekend..

First of all how many times do I have to say it... A frown is my normal facial expression. It is the way my mouth relaxes. And yes I know it takes more muscles to frown than smile, but just go with it because I am not going to smile just for you. And no I am not sad or angry or upset. Can a girl ever get a little peace? Sheesh.

Secondly I did a presentation on Friday and rocked the shit out of it. It was literally the first time I have never been nervous, not even the tiniest bit. Even though I am really comfortable with giving presentations and speeches these days sometimes my heart might race a little faster or my voice will get shaky, but this time there was absolutely none of that. It was awesome. Probably has a lot to do with my Body Language class and just being in Florence. I would say I have changed quite a bit.

Have I mentioned that I love black and gold? Favorite combination of colors ever. In class the other day I was noticing my all black outfit with gold shoes, gold watch, gold earrings. Everything just fit. Then I had my new black with gold accents leather bag from here, which is gorgeous, then to top it all off my coach gold and black leather planner. Here I am sitting in class looking at all of this beautifulness and what pops in to my head? The song black and yellow and how it upsets me that it is not gold.

Lastly I have found a pen that writes as smooth as sex. Amazing right. I bought them here and they are fine tip and come in so many colors. The worst is when you are writing and the pen literally missed parts of words so you have to retrace them and then it just looks ugly, offensive. I literally draw four hours with these pens because everything that goes on to the paper looks so pretty. It is so smooth and crisp. Almost orgasmic. Is it weird that I like the way a pen writes that much? I guess the only way for you to answer that it to find out for yourself.

I guess maybe I should tell you about my weekend now. It was amazing. Gorgeous, stunning, amazing, beautiful views of nature. The perfect scenery that it almost looked fake. Pictures to be posted soon. Now off to write an essay that I have to finish by six tomorrow. Perfect.

Ciao ragazzi!

10 Things That Will Make You The Happiest Girl In The World

1. Go shopping and TREAT yourself to a little something
2. Girl drams can be annoying so do yourself a favor and stay out of it
3. Homework will always get done, there is no point in letting it take over your life
4. Boys suck, just accept it and move on
5. Food is the best cure for ANYTHING so eat your favorite food and forget about everything else
6. Raging makes all your worries go away, go have a drink (Sex on the Beach preferably)
7. Have a date with yourself because you are your own best friend first
8. NEVER think negatively, staying positive is the key to life
9. Do things that scare you and I guarantee your confidence will sky rocket
10. Finally ALWAYS take compliments when given to you

I really wish I didn't have to write an essay right now. All I want to do is online shop!
Urban, Nordstrom, J.Crew, LF, and every other amazing store emails me on the reg with deals and discounts because they know it will get me.
The only reason it hasn't is because shipping to Italy I am sure would be quite pricey.
Online shopping won't know what hit it when I get back to the states.
Shipping and handling here I come.

In other recent news today I sent my dad an email telling him that I now am a big girl and eat apples, but haven't quite tackled the mystery that is the orange.

Now I am waiting for notifications on facebook so I can distract myself from my 8 page paper AND 15 minute presentation due tomorrow that I am oh lets say a smidge over half way through.
Should I be panicking? Probably. Am I? Absolutely not.

I got my beautiful music playlist on so I guess it's time I get in the zone and learn all about sex trafficking in Europe. I mean who wouldn't want to know about that?

Peace&Love

When I scrunch my forehead it doesn't wrinkle.

Is this a really good thing and I have excellent skin?

OR

Is it a really awkward thing and there is something wrong with me?

I also realize that I have quite a lot to write about including Ireland, London, and Paris.

When people ask about Paris I tell them I went to Disneyland Paris and it was amazing!
Then they want to know what I saw in Paris.
I tell them I saw the Eiffel Tower.
They say and.....?
And I say that's it!
I mean obviously Disneyland and the Eiffel Tower are the only things you need to see when in Paris.

Happy Easter!

Two weeks left of classes, one week of finals, one week in GREECE, then two weeks in IRELAND!

So basically that means six weeks until I am back on American soil. So bittersweet.

Sitting here in Astor drinking more coffee than my body can handle and attempting to start my finals papers and presentations. It is quite unsuccessful.

Went to mass yesterday for Easter, which was amazing. I mean it was all in Italian, but hey I ate the body of Christ!

Now I just want to be outside sitting by the river and writing in my new gold diary! And also I just want to stare at my new black leather bag.

Life is good.

But I miss Costco.

You know you had a good night when you get a standing ovation the second you walk out the door, are offered a ride in a sexy car, sex on the beaches all night long, dominating the dance floor with a circle around you, guys getting in a fight over you, told by a girl that you are her dream, AND escorted home. Only with Kelsey Chapman

Details not to follow.

State of the Union

In...
* Italy (given)
* Haute Couture
* Coral Chanel lipstick shades
* Staying in
* Frasppuccinos
* Sleepovers...

Out...
* America
* Wearing sweats
* Dark red lipstick
* Raging without VIP
* Starbucks
* Pushing your beds together

Today was the biggest fail of my life.
Missed train to Milan which meant a missed flight.
Couldn't find another flight.
Finally went to a travel agent and got a flight.
Leave at 3am tomorrow morning, so 7 hours from now.
Perfect.
Best day ever.
Disneyland Paris here I come!
Eating nothing but bread all weekend.

So yesterday was so stressful.
"I bought a Chanel lipstick and it didn't even make me feel better."
Then last night was epic.
Another one for the books of Kelsey and Stephanie rage all day everyday.
Finally got what I wanted.
"I was so sassy with him. I was obsessed with myself."
Today was an amazing day.
I actually smelt the flowers and it put a huge smile across your face.
Met a guy and we walked around Florence aimlessly just talking.
Gave a famous speech and rocked it.
"I am a drainage to the system. I'm such a parasite. Why do you like me? I'm never having kids." - the ramblings of Becky Ogden
She turned a bad night in to a good one.
Off to Paris for the weekend with no worries or troubles in sight.

My seeeester

Christina cracks me up...

First:
"are you lying about that too?

seriously

i cannot believe anything you say now

youve broken my trust.

RUINED

you lose"

(I tricked her in to thinking I got a tattoo)looks legit to me. i am an amazing artist clearly.

Then:

"i TOLD you to bring one suitcase almost empty

DIDNT I TELL YOU

DID YOU LISTEN? NO

you NEVER LISTEN

im ALWAYS RIGHT"

Last:

"youve upset me

first with the im not racist anymore then with the fake tattoo then with the suitcase

time out"

Gotta love this bitch.

More Roma...

I told Sophia that Jesus died on the cross that was displayed in the Colosseum and she believed me and I love her for it.

I messed up my wish at the Trevi Fountain. Oops.

Ice Bar was sick, but way too cold. I guess we should have realized since the whole thing is ice?

New way to hit on girls: hissing. Still doesn't work.

I have bug bites all over my legs and it's really unattractive.

I didn't buy anything for myself while we were there. So proud of myself.

Roma

During the past two days I probably walked more than I ever have in my whole entire life. Rome is a huge city and we saw EVERYTHING. Sophia kindly made an itinerary that we had to follow very strictly of course. During our long walks we talked about so many things and asked each other a lot of questions about life, love, and tampons? Many of these conversations were hilarious, well actually they all were.

Question: If you could wish to be anyone else who would you be?
Me: Well I would want to be myself and I am so my wish came true. I win.

Question: Which celebrity would you pick as your dad?
Answer: Will Smith... Well no because I would also want to have sex with him.

My life is a walking comedy act. Oh goodness, if I compiled everything that happens on a daily basis I would have so much material. It would implicate quite a lot of people, but hey that's the way the cookie crumbles I guess. My friends and family are just too wacky and insane to not make fun of. They provide the material and I then provide the comedy. I need to start writing everything down. So many hilarious things were said today, yet I don't remember any of them.

Basically moral of this story is I have a new obsession with Willow Smith. Perfect.

Fucking Italians do not know the concept of time. I mean is it really appropriate to start sawing and pounding at 8AM??? I don't think so. Disrupting the tenants is definitely a no no. I thought maybe they were just trying to say "hi". You know they knock once and you knock back (or more like a hundred times). I guess that was not the case because I knocked back and then I heard Italian men laughing and talking away like little chatty Kathys. How rude. You see how you like it when I come to your house at 8am on a weekend. Okay but anyways in all seriousness I am so pissed. I NEED my beauty sleep.

How am I suppose to accept the things I cannot change when they make me unhappy?

A question I would really like the answer to... If you know it.

Salamanca is the shit.

I love sangria.

And my new besties!

Stories to come later...

Had dinner at 4 Leoni tonight with Katherine, Susan, and Alex! We had such good food and the wine was definitely one of my top favorites seeing as though red wine is not my favorite. We ate yummy salads and cheeses and I ate delicious lasagna. It was very interesting because it was a cream sauce with slices of artichoke throughout. One of the tastiest things I have ever eaten! We talked about the old days, Italy, the new days, and so much more. I love them being here in Italy. It makes me feel a little more at home, since I have known them for probably about ten years now aka half my existence on this earth. Hopefully I will see them this weekend in Cinque Terre!

LF

First stop when I am home... LF. Their new lookbook is to die for. I am very aware a sale will not be going on , but this still will not stop be from buying something. Sure I have bought things in Florence, but our top two somewhat affordable stores here are Zara and H&M. Literally the only two decent stores to shop at. Still, I hate buying things there because I can buy it in the US aka I am spending more money to buy it here, which in my opinion is just silly. But what's a girl to do? Got to keep my wardrobe looking fly. Seeing as I brought nothing with me, none of my cute clothes anyways. Probably for the better though because anything I have that is nice here I am basically ruining aka my Torys. So sad, but glad I have my babies with me. Any whoosers my point of this blog was to give you the link to the LF lookbook so you can see the to die for clothes that I will be wearing soon. Not really because I will be broke by then, but a girl can dream right? ;)

http://www.lfstores.com/fearless_future.html

Cascine park

I went for a run today and ran all the way down to Cascine park, probably the prettiest and liveliest place in Florence. I made myself run all the way there without stopping, which is a long ways and a pretty cool accomplishment for me! Obviously I am so out of shape here because I eat delicious food all day and don't work out in a gym, but running outside along the Arno river is so much better than any gym (the Bay Club is debatable). Once you are in the park you are greeted by a ginormous statue of a random man on a horse. Right after there is a huge carnival all along the water. When it was colder the carnival wasn't open, but today it was in full swing. Little kids were in bouncy machines, sitting in sacks and flying down a slide, winning prizes, going on roller coasters that barely move a centimeter a minute, and everyone was having the time of their lives. Then after you find yourself among hundreds of trees and the sun is blocked. It is a calm peaceful place to run through. Does not even do it justice! I will bring my camera next time when it is super crowded so I can show you what it really looks like.

After you reach miles of beautiful grassy area with people playing volleyball, soccer, tanning, doing cartwheels, and so much more! I literally just stopped and stared at everyone. I wanted to join in on a volleyball game, but I figured that might have been weird. I also wanted to start running around and laughing, but then I thought people might think I was crazy since I was alone. I settled for lying down on the grass for a while and finally mustering up the courage to do one hundred crunches. On the run back there were hundreds of little stands filled with clothes, food, and knick knacks that everyone was had to stop and look at for hours because you actually couldn't move while in there. I finally left that area and ran directly next to the water on the gravel grassy path. It was nice because there was less people, but I was still near all the action. I decided to stop again once outside of the park and I sat on a cement block next to the water. The sun was in my face and it was so beautiful. So happy in the purest form. Finally I ran down Via Tournoboni (street with all the designer stores) and I had to stop at Dolce and Gabbana. The window was magnificent! White lace + gold = the best combination ever. Too bad I can't afford any of it. One day!

Jealousy.

Seven Drunken Nights

So if you have ever heard the song, "Seven Drunken Nights" by The Dubliners you would know that it starts out with a drunk man going to the pub every night and he comes home to find strange things in his house. He asks his wife what they are and every night she makes up some excuse of what the thing is ultimately to cover up that she is cheating on him. The song is very clever, you should definitely look it up and listen to it if you aren't already opposed to Irish music altogether. Give it a chance and it is pretty legit music. Moving on with my story... The last 2 verses of the song have been a mystery aka Saturday and Sunday night. They always just end the song after Friday because each time the thing the man finds in his house gets dirtier and dirtier. Upon going to Dublin I came across an Irish music store and I decided to go in and ask the man if he knew the lyrics. Surely everyone in Ireland knows the lyrics by heart right? Apparently not. He couldn't find anything with the last 2 verses recorded on a CD and he searched his computer for the lyrics for a solid 20 minutes. Finally he found them and I got to write them down. my mom has been wanting to know the verses for her whole life so I thought it would be a great surprise if I found them. Of course I did and here are the last 2 verses in case you are at all curious:

And as I went home on a Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old breasts should be.

Well, I called me wife and I said to her will you kindly tell to me who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old breasts should be.

Ah, you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool still you cannot see that's a lovely nightgown that me mother sent to me.

Well it's many days I travel, one hundred miles or more, but fingers in a nightgown I never saw before.

And as I went home on a Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be, I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be.

I called me wife and I said to her will you kindly tell to me, who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be.

Ah, you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool still you cannot see that's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me.

Well it's many days I travel, one hundred miles or more, but hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before. La da da da da da da da da da da da da da da do do do!