anwen!

dear foxy lasses!
am dying in a prison cell called essay :(.
at the moment, am cooking up a pizza and trying to get through the last tenth of my readings/100 pages! yes, that's right, it's a slow and cruel torture.
my only solace is knowing that you do not have to be subjected to this!

elise and monica! i replied to your emails :)
and jenny, i'm not sure if you check this at all? but i'm not sure which email to get to you via?

i had a good idea (or so i think, but i'm increasingly in doubt of my mental prowess these days!) in that, because i check lj and it's not cluttered, that if anyone sends me an email, they could just post 'annie check your email' so that i can sift through it to find them ^_^
it seems a recurring theme that i miss peoples emails! got yelled at by my mom the other day >.<

love, annie.

so....
when is everyone free to skype?
totally need more than emails to sustain me!
I FEAR IT'S ALMOST TOO LATEEEEE!

this is how out of it i am!
i'm in italy, and i had no clue there even were mudslides!
after i read this i went and read all about it, guess my trip to sicily is cancelled! haha...o.o

gah, totally going to be absent for the next couple of days, i have an artwork due and two essays! so screwed!
can't believe i've only got 3 weeks left of this course! then, it's a bit of travel and then a whole lot of australian summer ^_^

so, i got back from venice yesterday!
so dead tired and sick of the site of gondolas ^_^

its amazing how much can happen in a few days though!
reading through your ljs its hard to believe i was only away from the computer for 5 days!!
zoo looks like amazing fun, am completely jealous!
i know we always said we'd go, but its so uncommon for us to actually pick up our game!...or maybe that's just me.

leese!
what's going on with james now? have you resolved anything or is it actually over? congrats on the one year and six months...epic! so i guess monj yours is around now too! i seriously can't believe its been that long o.o
i remember us single girls hitting up the edgy and trolling with some truly terrible guys ;).

SHIT CLAIRE!
i cant believe he's still playing wow!
isn't he sick of it already?
it seems like the same argument has been replaying over and over! maybe a kick in the nuts would sort him out! bubs, i wish i could talk about it with you properly, and maybe the other girls can tell me if i'm just too out of the loop to comment, but this is getting ridiculous. you don't deserve this crap!

and jen! congrats on your engagement >.< it just sucks that it seems that when all the areas of your life are finally coming together, that your relationship with your mother seems to go sour :(
how's it going now? still not at home much?

missed you guys so much while i was in venice ps.
i was a total mess and no fun to be around at all!
i'm sure everyone is quite worried, but can't help but miss my sassy ladies.
who can blame me?

hey!
long time no speakie!
had assessments all this week and im about to leave for venice, so i wont be in range of internet for about a week!
when i get back ill bore you with all my stories!

ps. thanks for remembering my birthday guys.
it just wasn't even a real birthday with you not with me.
i think when i get back, we should relive 'the stolen birthdays'.
love you lots.

ugh!
i'm just never going to get around to telling the bologna story, and it's not even that good!
here's the jist of what happeneded next:
we went to a university party in town and met two extremely hot men. i'm talking ouch, too hot to touch baby ;).
and so we're chatting, and it's all good, and we're getting the eyes and it's amazing.
and they invite us to this party they're having.
so we're like, wow this is amazing, can't wait!
"but, we can't take you, cause we only have the one vespa"
(ps. spoke amazing inglese)
so we're like, don't worry, we'll walk or catch a cab.
very excitedly they write down the address of this place, and we're thinking, it's not that far! the italians love the exaggerate how long things take.
so we tried to walk there, failed, didn't know how to call the cabs and walked home, tail between legs!
NOW ANDREAS AND MATTAES WILL NEVER KNOW HOW I FEEL!
haha.
but overall, pathetic!

the next day, the girls decided they JUST HAD to see this shrine thing, and i'm like, yeah sure, you're only in bologna once (or a few times atleast haha). LITTLE DID THEY TELL ME IT WAS AN EIGHT K HIKE UPHILL TO GET THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i really need to emphasize uphill here. it was fucked!
and remember kiddies, i had just climbed the tower of bologna the day before.
so my legs are pretty much committing suicide at this point.
blahblah, it was pretty, whatever!

side note, it really pisses me off that i'm doing all this exercise, but i'm not losing weight. fuck you chocolate croissants..fuck you.

where was i?
so we have to head back to the station, cause we just CAN'T miss our train.
so we're there, like half an hour early, just lazing about the platform because, you know, we have a while to kill.
one minute before our train is about to leave, georgie stands up and screams "WE'RE ON THE WRONG PLATFORM!!!" i'm just giving up at this point, i'm thinking, we're going to have to sleep at the station or something.
but not my girls, NOOOOO, they REFUSE to give up.
"COME ON ANWEN, WE'RE RUNNING!"
my legs very animatedly came back to life and turned to jelly (guess they were sick of being legs).
so i'm hauling ass down this platform, they're all one hundred metres ahead of me, and i feel so bad, cause i literally can't go on.
damn all those years spent being lazy!
but they missed the train by a while anyway, so i don't feel too bad ;)
so we just spent an hour waiting for the next one, which we didn't think would exist, but luckily for us, did.

haha!
over!
epic tale dealt with!

sorry about the brb and then not being right back last night.
the cute guy who lives downstairs needed to borrow the laptop, and who am i to say no right?
hopefully ill have the time to finish this epic tale this evening!

ps. putting on so much chocolate weight!
seriously going to need lypo when i get home.
helpppp!

so, where was i hm?
so a couple of hours of artistic sight seeing later...
nanna naps and two bottles of one euro wine left behind us, our motley crew headed off to dinner. where we had amazing food andddddd another bottle of wine. by this stage, all feeling the buzz of slight drunkness and decide we definitely need to go drink some more.

my town prato has a few young people, but mostly consists of moldy old cabbages who look down their noses at us everytime we open a beer. bologna is a complete uni town and so there was about fifty young people in this small street we lived near.

will upload a photo of a few of these guys, all of them asking us to KISS MEEEE, COME ON BABYYY. excuse me while i ignore you and walk away (y).so we get the direction to this awesome cocktail bar. we be chillin there for a while, and the bartender starts chatting us up.

"sooo, what's you lovely girls noms?"
"annie, georgie, laura, grace"
"well, how about i make you amazing cocktails for like half the price and be enticingly goodlooking at the same time?"
"sounds good to us!"

so brb!

not so sure how im feeling at the moment, its a mixture of homesickness and excitement.
ive been organising going to turkey with a couple of people from uni, it just seems a bit surreal at this point, i still cant believe im in italy for gods sake!
i guess it still feels like im on school camp and that ill be able to pussy out and call my dad if things get bad.

a guy in my class missed his plane the otherday, just made me realise that its not like theres anyone here i can call to drive me to the airport if im running late; this is real life and ive got to suck it up and make sure that im organised, cause noone else will do it for me.
eugh, sorry, had to get that cliche bullshit out the way before i could move on to tell you about the hilarity which has ensued. FORGIVE ME!

so i dont really know where to begin in the retelling of my adventures.
sooo i choose...HERE!
last weekend i went to bologna, creator of bolognese! (THANK YOUUU BOLOGGGGGGNA!)
so it was all going well, woke up at six (ew), got to the main station by eight, bought our tickets and caught the right train. so at this point, we are all feeling like pros (high fives all round). check in at the hotel holiday wasnt until two so we milled about the city for a while, me&laura climbed the leaning tower of bologna (thats right pisa, suck on that!)...four billion stairs later...haha more like 600 stairs, but it was still fooking hard! if you thought my arse was hard before, just wait until you meet its steely counterpart. so yeah, im feeling good, albeit sweaty and awful.

but it was all worth it (awww) when i got to see this;


argh, the fuckers wont upload! how about i link them to you? might be easier.
well, it seems to be taking a while, so im going to keep writing and come back to this bit later.
suffice to say, the view was amazing up there, plus i got a good kick of endorphines which is helpful when you have the prospect of going back down all those stairs again >.<

then we headed back to our hotel for check-in, all feeling a bit nervous about seeing our crap hotel room, but practically ecstatic at the thought of dumping our clothes and toiletries off. so we head up to the concierge and this is basically how it goes:
"good affernoon, et welcum to da hotel holiday"
"bonjourno, we want to check in please"
"certainly, what nom?"
"georgie mattingly"
smiles all round at this point.
"okayyy may i please have your passiports"
...
"what?"
"your passiports...to check in with"
wide eyed gazes at each other.
"...i need ALL OF YOUR PASSIPORTS"
uncomfortably silence.
"well..we dont have them."
stunned look.
"you don have your passiports? you havent been to a hotel before?! FINE! i let you stay, because is only one night. but i need your identificado cards."
we rummage through our bags and pull out our cards.
the conceirge looks at mine...
"this is not a real id i think."
(by this stage im like shitting myself that he wont let us have a room and that we will end up on the streets of bologna, free for any man who wants it!)
"y-yes it is"
"okay okay, where is your id?" said to georgie.
"i dont have one."
we all gasp in horror.
"no id! no passiports! you know the police can ask you blah blah" it all goes a little sour from here, but eventually he lets us stay and we run up the stairs to our room without looking back.

(ps. i did come back after twenty minutes! this is just taking me a while to write! i might have to do a couple of chapters of this!)

so i think actually i have to take a break from writing and go back to class, ill try and come back once more to finish the bologna epic.
and then ill continue in daily installments the rest of it!
love annie.

ill be back in like 2o minutes to write something!
tom (my sassy teacher) has been waiting for me to return to "enter into some discourse on the blahblah of my work".
snore, but at least ill get to look at his pretty face.

im sorry ive been so lax (not lax as in relaxed, but lax as in laxative, as in shitty) about keeping up the correspondence.
stuff just gets real crazy around here and ill be on fayboo for three minutes and then be kicked off by either crap internet connection or by my teachers yelling at me.
i love you guys lots and lots and have definitely not forgotten you.
be back in twenty!

i haven't got the time to comment on your entries yet!
fuck, they're keeping us busy.
yesterday i started to cry and i didn't even notice!

check all your emails!
i sent you some mail&have only received a reply from elise, buck up girlies >.<
love you all.
thinking about you constantly.

prone to outbursts of tears.
i'm going to miss you guys so much.
more than the desert misses the rain actually.

and by buds, i mean boobs. omnom.

okay, this one made me smile a bit.
i dedicate this to my friend claire, who shipped me off to the library with nothing but the false promise of m&ms.

i have reached the undeniable pinnacle of boredom.
looking up images of lolcatz, and trying to find a proxy for facebook that isn't blocked.
screw you homesglen. why do you hate me?
claire, you've shunned me to this hellhole, and i will seek vengence!
and it will be sweet; like a tart or a strudle.
could really go one of those right now, where's the cafeteria again?

pictures like this make me want to swear off men.

i fucking love shamWOW.
screw you dad, you have no clue.
all i can say is sham WOW!

decided i'm going to be amazing and healthy and eat carrots and water and all that other rabbit shit.
i hate being a chubber.
so help me, before i go to italy, i'ma be a sexy mofo!

it's so crap, that i need you guys so much to help me deal with my problems, and then when i'm around you, i find it so hard to articulate them.
i can't be upset around you, you're too good at making me happy.
i love you guys so much, thanks for taking in this ragtag loser and taking care of her.

so, enough with the serious:
























i'm in james' bedroom at the moment, while he and claire sleep in the other room and i am highly bored.
so i figured i'd abuse my rights to use his laptop to take photos of myself :).
sorry about the disheveled appearance; i woke up about half an hour ago.
oh & monj!
this book is the shit.