European diary

Day 01: July 18 2012 On the plane to italy! It's 10:22 p.m. In America and 4:23 a.m. In Italy. This plane ride is endless we have been on here since 5:20! But it's totally going to be worth it! It's so quiet on board and it's driving me nuts. I hate complete silence it gives me to much time to think and reflect on mistake and life in general. I often think about what I would have done differently in certain situations like with the last day with shadow and the first night with mr.wisdom. I have practiced my Italian... Meaning I know how to say does anyone here speak English! I have been desperately trying to sleep but it's too uncomfortable. I'm wedged between my dad and some other guy next to us but the seat is too small to really get comfortable and sleeping sitting up really isn't comfortable so I've got my earphones plugged into the high tech movie music game console screen facing me. I'm listening to doing it wrong by drake and I can't help but feel it relates too closely to recent events. Ohh the irony... What should I say, not much is really going on besides my music and this typing. And I refuse to blabber on about shadow or JD or mr.wise. Even though they have all been on my mind. Ummm... I watched in time with Justin timberlake it was soo awesome the action made me feel like I was in it! My dad watched the hunger games and asked questions throughout the whole thing! I then watch a thousand words with Eddie Murphy which kept me laughing and my mind occupied. Omg we are 10367 feet in the air...I just checked. I got a little queasy when I saw it but laughed it off when age ain't nothing but a number by Aliyah popped in my head and I made my own remix ( altitude ain't nothing but a number) coming to store by you soon. What else has gone on? Not much really but I'll keep typing to keep me sane. Ohh my song just came on! Lemme see by usher! It makes me wanna dance. Which makes me think of terpsys and dance ensemble. Which makes me think of my dance teachers and fellow dance students. I have this fire I swear I feel it whenever music comes on. And I know many people can't tell I have all this potential. But it's staring me dead in the face gnawing and my dancer instincts with every beat. I could make up a dance move out of pretty much anything I see. I just wish someone would really give me the chance to show what I'm worth. I swear I'm not all talk. And I think junior year might be the year for me! I feel it deep inside calling me to dance whenever I get the chance. And I don't want to stick to one kind of dance either. I wanna hip hop and pop and lock and do ballet and jazz and modern and mix it all into some beautiful master piece. I dunno what made me think about my hair just now. But I'm getting sort of used to these box braids. I guess fake hair is not too bad but I just know its not mine. And recently I wore some hollister shirt my cousin gave me and I felt so...like everyone else. I don't hollister and I certainly haven't ever bought anything from there and fake hair is so new and I hate feeling like I'm less real because something on me is not natural. I like to think of myself as a semi hipster minus the arrogant ego. I refuse to conform to other peoples trends. I hated side kicks I never wanted hollister. I'm fine with wear rainbow Tye dyed shorts and creating crazy collars not attached to shirts and wear suspenders and ties. And converses that come up to my knees. And then the next day show up wearing some dress I found at kohls! I have such a stage style and sometimes it doesn't fit my environment but I don't mind. I like wearing something that no one else would even try on, and rock it anyway. I'm running out of things to say again so of course I look up at the map and spot ireland approaching the computerized plane tracker. I immediately think of shadow, he is Irish sort of. Another reason we probably didn't work. The Irish hate the British. And he hasn't been to Ireland ever he can't speak the language and neither does his parents. I've only been to England once and I have the accent when I want to and so does my mother. Soo it shouldn't really count. He didn't even know about the Irish Britain war til I told him. So I know it isn't some kind of ancient grudge. Lalala... So it's what feels like centuries later and I'm at the hotel now. We took a crazy shuttle ride in this cab like thing and the streets are so narrow and the cars are all tiny zip electric cars which I thought was amusing. Even there mini vans were well...minier than ours. On our crazy ride from hell I saw about 60 motor scooters. And I have been dying to get my hands on one for the longest! I want it soooo badly I could cry. There very modern and practical. I could almost consider buying one here and shipping it back but I know how much that would cost...christian grey would do it for me :( lol! Anyways tell me how the girl at the front desk here is so high end. (erika d.) Like I'm talking sleek short brown and black pinkie cut and that tight Italian scarf around the neck thing and the cutest black blazer I have ever seen. Her English is pretty good actually which sucks for me I was ready to ask for someone who spoke English and there she was already blabbering my dads eat off with useless hotel information. I can't even go to the room until 12:00 it's 11:09 here now :/ I just have to wait. Sad thing is daddy got an international Nokia phone and I called my mom completely forgetting the time difference and it was like 5 in the morning back there. I was sad to wake her up but she was happy to hear my voice. Before all this though (sorry for being out of sequential order) I was at the luggage claim and i swear I felt like everyone was staring at me. Dad says its cause of my braids and I'm like a culture shock to them. You should have seen this group of Asians looking at me like "oh how she make string of knots in her hair?!" thats all that's really happened since I've landed...I'll check back in later when more interesting things happen! Oh my gosh! Like full blown police infiltration of the hotel lobby. I don't know why they are here but they are all kind of just hanging around. They are pretty distracting though. They are all very attractive. I figure it must be a requirement here to be a police officer or well poliza you had to be at least 6'1" hot and have a sexy distracting smile! And it's only 11:57 a.m. Over here! I wonder what they are up to here... I would say its some sort of poliza convention but I'm sure they have tear gas guns on them! Maybe their all twisted cops like who are really apart of the mob and the police thing is just there cover to corrupt the system.