skeats-deactivated20110104 said: hold up sista, i thought you deleted this shiz?!

nah, i’m just not posting any more. i still like to read other peoples’ cause i’m a creep and tumblr is cool.

so…

I think I’m done with Tumblr. No offense Tumblr, it’s not you, it’s me. I don’t care about you enough to keep you around.

Honestly, I guess it took me 9 months with this thing to realize I’m much more of an observer of things than a sharer of things. I LOVE reading other people’s stuff, but when it comes to my own, I guess I prefer writing it down in regular old journals for just myself. 

So I’m not going to write anymore, I apologize to those who were expecting me too, but I can’t imagine there were many of you. I’m going to continue to do what I do best and what I am most comfortable doing, observing and keep my thoughts between me and the closest people in my life.

Much love Tumblr, you’re pretty much hipster as shit, it’s really amusing. There are a lot of great minds who use you as their playground. Play on, play on.

<3

Discomfort

Discomfort has started to rule my life again, so I know I am now sufficiently back into the swing of things at CMU.

Pants don’t fit, constant lower back pain, easily out of breath, blisters on feet.

I’ve finally begun sleeping through the 6:30 am gargbage truck, but instead I wake up at 6am feeling so incredibly overheated, because Webster has two temperatures: 90 or nothing. I take it upon myself to open the window, and then I finally get comfortable just as the garbage truck begins it’s symphony of clangs and bangs outside.

Staying up late tossing and turning, thinking about Optimality Theory and gender/agreement rules in Italian, Pragmatics, and what on Earth I’m going to do with myself once it’s all over.

I’m not in crisis, no sir, I’m grateful for every moment at CMU. I just wish there was a place where I can go for a few days to excercise, sleep properly, and eat properly. Like home or something. 

Maybe I’m spoiled. Because I certainly don’t do well with discomfort. 

HMPH.

My BFF. Who I sort of sound like right now. Best part of being sick.

My BFF. Who I sort of sound like right now. Best part of being sick.

WOOHOOBLOGGYBLOG

I’m bad at blogging. Maybe I’m uninteresting… or maybe I just don’t have anything to say. I think it’s the latter rather than the former. It’s not that I don’t have time, I totally do. I think I just keep a lot of my thoughts to myself.. probably around 87 percent of them. 

Carnegie Mellon is the ccooooolest. I was walking down some strange backstreet and got this overwhelming sense of being in an excellent place. It’s so so good! I feel bad that it costs a zillion dollars, because honestly, who enjoys the feeling of tons of money seemingly dissolving from your hands? Not I! 

However, I couldn’t be happier here. Living in a city is nice, and it makes me appreciate my home so much. While I wish CMU were a school in the country, it’s not, and it would be a totally different school without the Pittsburgh community around it.

I secretly got very excited this past weekend when both the Panthers and the STEELERS won. I am not a huge fan of the sports games, but I’m a huge fan of when people get all decked out in garb and feel this incredible passion for something so trivial. It’s always so fun to be around a crowd of sports fans after their team has won.

HOKAY, back to real life. I’ll probably blog again in like 2 months, considering my track record. GO TEAM.

Dear body weight,

Stop fluctuating.

Love, 

Enrica

I have done the math.

I haven’t gone on a vacation in about 3 and a half years.

I probably won’t for a very, very long time.

It rains a lot in the Catskills, but that’s okay. Catskills rain is refreshing and delicious and comforting. Pittsburgh rain is like watching a toilet bowl flush. nasty.

I am excited, however, to go back to school… back to better technology and learning things and amazing friends and such. Although I really do hate saying goodbye to stars and silence and mountains and local produce, and fresh, pollutant-free water… both from the sky and the ground… and people who are always conscious of their effect on the Earth. There really is no place like my home. I got very lucky that way. The only thing I don’t like about school is I feel like I have to bury all of that inside of me because people think I’m being weird or fake or pretentious or whatever. I’m really not trying to be anything. 

The internet gives me a slight headache. I think I’ll return to reading Water for Elephants. The fact that they’re making a movie of it is cool… the fact that Robert Pattinson is in it is not. I’ll just pretend he’s Cedric and all will be right in the world again. You know, before Twilight was a best-seller.

Peace

Something’s missing

Friends ✓
Money ✓
Well-slept ✓
Opposite sex ✓
Guitar ✓
Microphone ✓
Messages waiting on me when I come home ✓

How come everything I think I need always comes with batteries? 

Something has gone terribly wrong with pop culture. I never remember it being this bad.
Saveussaveusss.

Something has gone terribly wrong with pop culture. I never remember it being this bad.

Saveussaveusss.