i arrive in italy... this post is hurried..... more later?

so i am in italy. its pretty awesome. i don't really have a million years to blog about it, so i am just going to type and not edit, so if this is all jumbled just get over it. no one reads this except coco mcMUFFFINZ so yeah. getting over here was a bitch and a half, all of the flights were janky as fuck, on the transatlantic flight i was smooshed in the middle, plus we were right against the first class/coach barrier, and that meant zero leg room, i couldn't stretch out, long story short i got zero sleep. but i did listen to some girl talk, i made a big mix that i listented to for a bit, um coco put that cheezy disco song heaven on first it made me laugh, but i mostly was jamming out to stuff i haven't listened too in ages, mostly cause i don't have an ipod hookup in my car. bitch bitch bitch. so fleet foxes, yeah, hold steady, girl talk, etc etc. i started reading the sound and the fury by faulkner. it kinda sucks so far. hard to follow, from the prespective of a retard, just boring the shit out of me and i don't know what is going on. i'm only 40 pages in, i'm prbly gonna read 40 more maybe it gets better. i mean i'm trying to read, really. so maybe i will just start white teeth, coco will gasm if i read that and then we can talk about it. i used to read alot. just not lately. so its not a big deal, but reading a book does not equal um.... mopeds, guitars, dvds, ok?

so i'm just going to say that i am staying in a villa here in florence. well not florence proper, we are about 20 min outside of florence.... my aunt and uncle have this vila, there are 3 buildings on the property, they are building a pool, they have a cook, a caretaker, some more staff, its pretty posh, right? the house, it looks like it almost belongs in architectural digest. almost. so that's pretty awesome. while i am here i don't have to do jack, like, make food, clean up, its like a hotel, kinda. i get to hang out with my extended family. there's about 20 of us here, and luckily there is room for all of us. damn. being rich is awesome. if you can't be rich, ingratiate yourself into a family of rich people. or be born into a rich family. its pretty sweet.

we actually went into florence yesterday and we are going back today. i have some shoppppping i need to do, yo. bad news bears : 1.4 dollars equals 1 euro. GROSS. BARF. so i am not going to be getting alot for my money. vomit.

i'll tell you more, here are some pics.
later dudes.
driving into florence
you cross a bridge to get into the city center.
one of the main squares in city center. there are some swanky museums and what not around.

my camera phone takes horrible pics. there is some serious art going down.
later

too many cookies make me feel fat

SOSOSOSOSO i was supposed to leave for italy this morning.  at least that's what i thought.  i mean, ok... so i am spending 10 days in italy.  well.... now it's down to 9.  when my mom sent me the final flight info i sent it to nicole, she programed the dates into her phone, but she was off by one day.  so i thought i was leaving the 19th, but she was certain it was the 18th.  and anytime (anytime, anytime!) i mentioned i was leaving the 19th, she would chime in "no its the 18th" untill that's what i believed.....

so last night i was up till god knows when packing for my trip, i went over to shaker to clean up the garage a bit and do a bunch of laundry, came home and packed, and i wasn't done till..... 4 am or so.  gross!  so then we fell out of bed this morning and schleped our way to the airport, and then when i got there i called my mom to meet up "hi mom i'm at the airport" "IT'S TOMORROW NOT TODAY......" "really?" "YES.  ARE YOU HIGH?" "um.... no... its a long story.... um... it's all nicole's fault!!" (it's not all her fault.  actually its all my fault.  but shhhhh keep that to yoself!)

well whatever.  so instead we came back home and took a long nap, then i made breaky and then we napped some more.   eventually we decided we should go see a movie, and chris stocking is in town, so we went with him to see role models, which was actually pretty funny.  

came home and watched freaks and geeks, ate pizza from big guys and made cookies, and smoked hookah and drank DP and lemonlime.  i felt cracked out after about 3 cookies.  i'm still kinda jumpy.  drinking water and my feet are all jumpy.  whatever.  but then my mom called... our flight got cancelled.... we aren't leaving till saturday..... so now i have all day friday to???  fuck if i know.  i might go scare up a guitar case and some christmas presents.  i was plannin on buying stuff in italy, really.  but whatev, maybe i'll go to unique and value world, see what kind of treasures i can find....

i'm really bummed my brother can't come.  he failed a drug test.  and he's been on edge lately.  i really miss the fuck out of him.  its gotten to the point where i don't care if hes mean and nasty and a jerk, i just want him to not be crazy anymore.  i can't stand being around him, all doped up for his own safety, but he's like an empty shell.  its hard to talk about, blog.  i'm gonna see a therapist to help, cause it is really really difficult to deal with.  my way of dealing with it is pretty much not thinking about it, but when i do think about it it makes me super super super super sad.

what else?  taco tuesday.  lincoln park pub is the place to be on tuesday nights.  tacos are 1.25, they are pretty awesome, lots of tremonsters come out, its our tuesday night thing.  i saw tina and mike, her fiance, again. it's good to see her, she's one of those people that you hung out with for a long time, then drifted apart, then you reconnect with.  i had a huge crush on her for a long time.  never happened.  i got over it.  now we're both doing our own thing.  tis cool.  saw teh weavers and jill spill and matt st cyr and some other people that are part of that crowd but i don't know very well.

last night i went to dinner with beth and jim gehring and their son alex, who i used to be in a band with.  they are really awesome people.  in fact beth is my life coach, and without her i would not have been able to clean up my act.  4 sure.  so alex is in town for a little bit and i never see them, so we went out to southside.  it was great.  i love them.  alex is so full of himself, and such a 21 year old.  he just went to south america, so i asked him about that, and what was he doing down there?  "i was learning about myself"  yeah.  ok.  that sounds like what i was saying after i came back from india.  "i was on a self discovery mission"  that's cool.  nonetheless pretty self centered.   but whatever i love alex he's a great guy.  and shit when i was 21 i was pretty full of myself.  and pot.  lots of pot.  dudeeeeee.  i love alex, but it made me appreciate nicole a bit more.  she's really well grounded for being 21.  well almost 22.

the other day i went to shaker to do laundry and take some pics of my magnum project, and when i went to open the gas tank, i could barely get it open.  then when i opened it.....

barfatronic!!! rust covering rust!!  vomitous bile!!

so now i have something else to fixx... a rusty ass tank. the good news is that the magnum tank is really easy to take off the frame.  hell the whole bike is easy to disassemble.  puchs are the shit, yo.  puchs and sachs are just super well put together and easy to work on.  motobecanes are a bit trickier, but still i am getting the hang of them.  one thing is for sure, fucking vespas suck.  i am taking apart a kinetic to part it out, and it is impossible to take apart without yelling and screaming and banging shit around.  oh well.  here is my magnum project.

welcome!!!!!

well, well, what the fuck do we have here?  another BLOG???  really???  yeah so i got bored of my abacus and my SONY SPORTS CD WALKMAN ! ! ! and created yet  another   blog.

so right now as i type this, it is 2:15ish am sunday night/monday morning.  nicole is watching inside edition or access hollywood or some other such dishy nonsense, my kitten fidel catstro is passed out inbetween us, and i am faceplaming at miley cyrus and all of that... celebrity worship... etc etc... i mean whatever i'm down for some dish, but at the same time i can't listen to miley cyrus talk about anything.  i'm sorry.

oh fuck a duck i got distracted.

blog.  blog.  blog.  ok so basicly dylan has a blog.  and well it inspired me to get back into the blogging game.  i mean, look, i'm no spring chicken, ok?  i've been blogging since before blogging was blogging, ok? BLOGGING SINCE 1997!!  "you've been blogging since i was 9" - nicole.  but other than some stupid ass myspace bullshit halfass blogging (that served me well when i was a myspace whore) i haven't really been on top of my game.

so i hope to remedy that by contributing to this on a somewhat regular basis.   basicly, if dylan updates his blog, i will do the same.

here's what you can expect:  mopeds.  guitars.  tremont.  service industry bullshit.  gossip about my friends/enemies/aquaintances.  since nicole is reading this as i am typing it, she will be included. "whatever" - nicole.  here's a little tidbit: she loves me.   lots.  so any boyz that want to jump her bones, get in line.  it starts behind me.  way behind.  like. around the block.  and past the post office.

so today we went to brunch with matt and shandra.  true story, we called all of our tremont friends, and no one picked up.  this was at, lets say 11ish.  i wanted to go to the triangle cafe cause a1) kate whitehouse b2) tom and i had a moped date c3) i wanted a nutella crepe.  well when we called matt he was all like "um... yeah that sounds good... maybe shandra wants to come.... i'll get back to you after a shower" or some such nonsense.  then we called shandra and she was like "oh yeah... that sounds good" and then nicole HEARD MATT IN THE BACKGROUND.  nicole : "um... was that matt?" shandra: "yea.. he's right next to me"  well that cracked me up.  matt and shandra, if you thought it was a secret, well, it's about as secret as dan and jill spill was that night he came back to lincoln park pub to pick her up!!!!  LOLZ!!!

brunch was awesome.  i ate way too much.  then later we went to aldi's and got car mats and foodz, then goodwill where we scored an AWESOME ski suit for nicole.  um.... more about that later....

i'm tired.  i ate too many cookies.  i hate that farenheit doesn't turn the fucking ringer off on their phone when they lock up.  cause i can hear that shit when i am trying to watch tv.  who the fuck is calling them at 1:30 am anyway???

my next post will be moped related.  get over it, scooter boyz.  mopeds are the hotness.