Jul 20, 2006 11:53
I am home.
3 weeks early.
You'd think I'd want to stay away from America and my house for a longer period of time, being that I don't like being at home very much.
But I stopped sleeping and I started losing weight.
Basically, I was quite wrong. So here I am.
You know the day I left for the plane, farmers across Italy chopped off every sunflower from every sunflower field. The ex-punk rock sonic youth chainsmoker I was riding with noticed this on my train from Rome to the Leonardo Davinci airport.
Pictures will exist once they are developed. So will words. I wrote about every day I was there in a moleskine journal.70+. I definitley won't be typing all of that, just the good stuff I think.
But now that I'm home I need a job. Dear nonexistant reader-GET ME A JOB. Please, I need a job. Anything. Shawn said she MIGHT be able to get me a job with her at giordano's, but if you know anywhere I can get a job, please help. I could even like, stock shit.
But for now I'm going to watch the Project Runway I missed and shower.
My name is Corinna, and I've got 4 euro to my name. Lack of food has cause cause my jeans not to fit anymore-so you will probably see me wearing a belt if I don't fatten up again.
I miss Dylan and Pete.