Fezzes are cool

I'm in no mood for coherency, so here's some mindless babbling about the Doctor Who season finale.


I WANT THE DOCTOR TO DANCE AT MY WEDDING.

Also, I hope he buys himself a new fez because it would so appropriate on the Orient Express. IN SPACE.

Never take a job you couldn't quit

I have a manuscript!

This is my summer project: I'm get to do all the publicity and marketing for Turned Round In My Boots. Finding retailers, relevant associations, media contacts, reviews, promotional events. It's all mine to do.

I started reading the book already and it's wonderful. I'm so excited.

Oh, right.

I'm back, btw.

And I started my internship at this small publishing house here in Berkeley today. It was nice. I have to do mundane office work, but I think we're actually going to do real projects too. Either way, it's something to do, right?

I wish I had a clever pun about Italy

Florence is really beautiful, but my mother has sort of been driving me up the wall. She can be quite controlling and condescending, which is funny because she would always tell me that I can be very bossy and rude to people. I've never said that it's probably because I learned from the best, and I don't think vacation is the most opportune moment to bring it up.

Anyway, Florence. Really pretty. Very touristy though. I like the quieter parts of towns, especially little parks. And I'm already getting sick of churches, which is bad news as it's only Day 2 and there are 14 days total. But today we did this cooking lesson at someone's house in the countryside and we made pasta by hand and everything was delicious. I want to be in a small town, like I was last time I came to Italy. But I think some of the other towns on our itinerary are quite small, like the towns in Cinque Terre. I'm super excited for that.

Um, I have nothing else to add and I'm really disappointed that I have no cohesive structure to this entry, so, uh..... gelato!

Bitches ain't shit

So the reason for hanging out with people from high school on Thursday was one John Yang's birthday. John Yang and I had auto shop and journalism together, and I had sort of forgotten that I actually like him as a person. I was not invited to this party per se, but I went with Mikko, and when I got there I was pleasantly surprised at how happy John Yang* was to see me. We kept jokingly getting in each others faces and pretending to be ghetto.

"Oh shit," John Yang says, "I'm Eminem. But Arielle here is Dr. Dre."

That's right, bitches. I would use certain offense racial slurs to show off my street cred, but as much as saying them out loud doesn't phase me, putting it down in writing on the Internet, free to be mis-interpreted, sort of does.


Also, I'm leaving for a two-week vacation to Italy in a few hours so later!


*Yes, it's always John Yang. Never just John.

High school reunions

"Can I tell you something?" Tri asks. He's rolling pretty hard at this point.

"Um, okay."

"I always thought you were really pretty in high school," he says. Apparently people are really honest when they're on E. I've never done E, and I can't say I spend a lot of time with people who do, but my experiences thus far all seem to point towards that fact.

"Oh. Thanks."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Sorry, but no."

Oh, man. Seeing people from high school, right?