BLECH. That is all.

Hello,  no one. I'm NOT going to bitch about my hair. I refuse. I am currently in Pennsylvania (not telling you where, though, you  48 year old perv who is stalking Vivioletta for her amazing blog sexiness. . . (not sure what that has to do with where in PA I am but. . .)). Tomorrow I get to see VIVI! I know you're all very excited, but please keep the girlish bouncing around excitedly to a minimum. . . . and yes, that includes you 48 year olds living in your moms' basements (we all know you're transsexuals with pigtails tied with floppy bows anyway. . . (what did that have to do with anything?? (I'm just kind of that way today I guess. . . ))) . . . Woah. That was epic. Triple parenthesis. (Stop licking the screen, you weirdos.)
ANYWAY, maybe Vivi and I will get a profile picture of us for this thing. Is that like exposing ourselves to you guys licking the screen? Well I don't know. I feel so bad that people have to misfortune to come across this post. It is epically sad. Hm. WHAT DID YOU GET FOR CHRISTMAS? Never mind, I don't care. I'd probably rather not know, considering that you start licking your dirty computer screen just because you witnessed the amazing sexiness of triple parenthesis. I don't want to know what you'd give to a person like that. Not that I have anything against you, I just don't think you look all that good in plaid. Well that came out of nowhere. You're so jealous though. And I don't do drugs. I get high off of hugs and LURV. But not pot. Or marijuana. Or speed. Or anything else like that. And I haven't had a hug since I left hell. The people in hell can get very hug-y. Just watch out or you'll get RAPE'd. Vivi, you better not delete this post.
Once you stop licking the screen and wearing plaid, I will put up some pictures that have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH THE HAIR COLOR I WANT TO GET BUT MY GETTING IT HAS CURRENTLY BEEN DELAYED BY THE STUPIDITY OF THE PEOPLE OF THIS WORLD AND CHEESECAKE. So don't say that it does. Because you're wrong. Lal fo uoy. (If you can read that, you're cool. Or dyslexic.)

"That son of a bitch cut me off!" - Maverick, Top Gun

Hey... there... fellow bloggers!  Followers... friends... Okay, as you can clearly see, well.. see?  Read... tell... Um.  I'm not feeling TOO bright today.  All is new is I DID see An Education... like two weeks ago. (has it really been that long?!?!?!)  It was truly, stunning.  I would without a doubt recommend it.  Okay... so.  Recently I've been watching a lot of movies (I KNOW what your thinking, no I don't care if as Anna pointed out that sounds stalkerish, "That's new?")  Well, an ESPECIAL lot.  You know the list of "500 Must-See Movies"?  Well, you do now.  I have it taped up onto my wall and have 73... no.. 74 down.  Just watched "Top Gun", um, no comment on that movie.  Tom Cruise is just SO GOOD at ... playing Tom Cruise.  Though the plans did entertain me slightly.  Needed a nice extremely 80's movie after It's A Wonderful Life.  As amazing as It's A Wonderful Life is... okay, I'm done.  Just felt like I owed it to ALL YOU LOYAL FOLLOWERS (hint, PLEASE follow us if your reading this!!!) to blog.  Or maybe just to Anna... hem.  Well!

Oh, and Anna.  Journalism is Schizophrenia?  Isn't that what THIS BLOGGING HERE IS?  Because... well no one really reads this.. (if you do, we don't know!  As you never comment or follow us, okay)

OH!  I forgot the title!  Right!  I think it sums up all of our feelings about life, especially around these joyous holidays.  I'm really sorry for putting you through this post, it is VERY spazzmic... Hem.  I promise whenever I blog again it will be something that has NOTHING TO DO with movies.  Well, maybe a paragraph about movies.......

Happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Jakwanza(don't ask), whatever you celebrate! or just

Buon Natale a Tutti,

Violetta

JOURNALISM: The Accepted Form of Schizophrenia

Journals and diaries. I know what you're thinking. (Haha, I love saying that, doesn't it just mess with your head? "I know what you're thinking." "NO YOU DON'T YOU STALKER GET THE HECK OUT OF MY MIND.") Ahem. Sorry for that. Allow me to paraphrase: I know what you might be thinking. (Well that sounds lame.) You're probably wondering how weird you have to be to have enough to say on journals and diaries to blog about it. The answer is: this weird. . . obviously. (It's not such an amazing feat though, considering I just wasted a paragraph writing about writing about it.)
Okies, so first off, I do keep a journal. Not religiously, but I find that it's a nice way to vent. So most of the stuff in that journal is. . . angry (and explicit). That said, I don't really see the point of journals. Unless you show them to other people, you're basically talking to yourself. It's like the accepted form of schizophrenia (hence the title. I know it's sad that I'm self-righteous enough to quote myself (I'm really not) . . .  (Yay for double parenthesis!). . . ). So if you only write in circumstances like the ones I write in, you're pretty much just whining about how much your life sucks. And I've done plenty of that, I'm just pointing it out for those of you who may still be in denial.
And I know what all those people say, the whole "It helps you get through things, see them from a different perspective blah blah blah. . . " Okay, so maybe they don't do the "blah blah blah" part, but you get it. I don't know about you but I can see the most my situations pretty clearly. And I'm sorry that I don't believe that struggling to find the right sentence fluency so that it sounds good in words helps me in any way. (Is the sentence fluency thing just me? . . . I think it is. . . oh well. . . )
Also, what's up with all the fancy-looking diaries? Like the ones that say "TOP SECRET" or "DO NOT READ" across them? I'm pretty sure the CIA isn't interested in the boys you like or the new pink dress your mommy just bought you or what flavor lip gloss you wear. And what about ones like this?:

 

Is it just me or do these just scream "READ ME"? When I was little I just loved these kinds, with all the "secrecy"and keys that I lost. And my older brother just loved to find them and write in them and make fun of me for fantasizing about Orlando Bloom. It took a while, but finally I figured out that my underwear drawer wasn't a very original hiding place, and it's too irresistible to not read pretty little diaries with bows and hearts and bunnyrabbits on them. I now have a very creative idea for keeping my journal unread. I actually stole it from "How my Private Personal Journal Became a Bestseller" by Julia Devillers (I heard the Disney Channel turned it into a movie, which is insulting since everything that that channel touches dies) which was actually a pretty decent book. But I'll never tell. Who knows, my brother could be reading this. . . (Haha, I doubt he's still interested in that stuff anymore though. . .) Pretty much all I do is take a normal comp notebook and write Language Arts on the cover and voila! It is no longer interesting.
Oh. Oops.
Haha. Well I actually do have a lot more to say on this topic, as sad as it is, but I won't because I have a stupid concert to go to. Ti amo e ciao, mi amore. . . s. . . !

Anna

Christmas Shopping. . . FTW

Okies, so this blog is a request from my tutor. Actually, it was a way of getting out of writing this in class. But whatever.

Kay, I'm supposed to formulate an opinion on Christmas shopping. . . hmmm. Truth is, I couldn't care less. I mean, what's with the hype? You go out, you get Starbucks gift cards for a list of people that you haven't talked to for about a year and most likely won't talk to until next Christmas. Well, at least Vivi would get them Starbucks gift cards. That's her default. . .  Shhhh. . . *ahem* Anyways, my point is. . . . uh. . . . never mind, I don't have a point. It just seems kind of melodramatic and unnecessary to make such a big deal out of it. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love to shop. Lots of people like to shop. And I get why people like an excuse to buy stuff. But does it have to get so crazy when you actually have a purpose for shopping? I don't think so.
Oops. I think I just formulated an opinion. Kind of. Maybe. . . ? Hmm, I think it's good enough. Well, since I made all our avid readers sit threw a school paper thing, I'll throw in some badassical pictures:

 ^ Hey look! It's the economy! ^

SUPERHAPPYFUNSUSHI.

(If you can't read this, the first box says

Bella: Like, hi! My name is Bella and I'm a special and unique snowflake and I'm so pretty and nerds are so lame! Also, all the teachers and students at school think I'm sooo awesome!

Second Box

Edward: Hi, I am Edward and I am a vampire. I have no personality and you and I are void of any kind of actual chemistry.

Bella: Ooo. You're pretty! We should be in love! Let us frolic!

Edward: Okay.

Third Box

. . . .

Fourth Box

Random Ex-Twilight Fan: Okay, Father? I lit the movie on fire, but I don't think that did the trick. I can feel it. . . watching. . . Look, would you please just come over and exorcise the thing!? -Please? )

Haha, kay, hope I'm forgiven now. Loooooove you! *ahem* I mean, Ti amo, mi amore. . . s. . . ?

Anna

"Do I go for the guy without the shirt or the guy with the lipstick? What does my gut tell me? The one who doesn't fret for lack of clothes or the one with the lighted vanity who lives with a family of salon stylists? What would Liza Minnelli do?" - Mark Ramsey on New Moon, Movie Juice.com

Am I blogging?  Yes I'm blogging!  Because I know how much all you dedicated fans and followers out there missed me.  This week I will, yes I know an anomaly (no I did NOT look up how to spell that... well, right at this moment anyway) be stealing Anna's topic.  Well for the first half of this blog anyway.  I understand internet safety.  I mean if you have a name like mine you probably shouldn't give it out over the internet along with your tiny (incredibly over populated) state.  But, hey.  Italians are those whom overpopulate this state (as well as the Jews, both the cause of our fabulous delis) so maybe I can give away my first name.  Or maybe Violetta isn't even my name!  Regardless.  This is going to get off topic anyway.  So why don't I just bluntly break it off right now.  Mmm... deli.  OKAY.   Won't go down that road now.  HAPPY THANKSGIVING.  You know what, won't go down that road either.  I've decided to host an Italian feast every Thanksgiving to rebel against the Americans!  Columbus WAS Italian, so it does actually hold some sense.  Lasagna instead of turkey now that's nice progress if I would... you know what.  Let's talk about my next topic.

I watched (yes, I am pathetic and lack a life)  An Affair to Remember (I did cry, Cary Grant is the pinnacle of every woman's fantasy. Well, just killer-classy), Hollywood Hotel (just, happy), and To Catch a Theif (again, Cary Grant.  And Grace Kelly.)  They were all three incredible classics.  I would without a shadow of a doubt recommend them all.

Movies is the next subject.  What else?  Did you expect ME to make progress. Your all dying, I'm sure *ha. Sarcasm*, to read about New Moon.  The quote of this post, mixing it up with a critic.  I love that quote.  That quote perfectly defines the conflict of New Moon and Eclipse. I haven't seen it, and refuse to donate my scarce funds to assist employ Kristen Stewart and her unbearable acting.  Yes Taylor Lautner, too. Robert Pattinson, I hate his personality he is a conceited bastard who thinks himself modest making me hate him more, but his acting is not half that bad.  Not the next Cary Grant or even Johnny Depp (who is either?) but I can sit through a scene of his.  I might see it when it comes out on DVD, but I'll throw popcorn at it likely damaging my lovely 1985 TV (yes, I swear 1985 or earlier).  Though, I am dying to see "An Education"  I'm going to see it as well as "The Boat that Rocked" (Pirate Radio), again.  An Education got like 96% on Rotten Tomatoes and from my observation they have the tendency to be slight harsh.  I can't believe Old Dogs managed to secure only 6%.  I haven't seen it, but you think Robin Williams and John Travolta would save it from being a complete disaster.  Very few movies I've seen have received clear F's. 

Well, on another note.  As much as Pirate Radio exploited women (like most all modern movies), it was still an incredibly hilarious well acted British phenomenon, in my mind.  I am in love with British humor, and the British themselves for that matter, and then you throw in Phillip Seymour Hoffman and I'm sold.  I love him so much.  But definitely get to the theaters to see this one.  If you hate the plot close your eyes and listen to the music.  Oh god the music.  Is. So. Amazing.  An Education just looks really good and, again, British, and witty and every review I read said Carey Mulligan was without a doubt a find and her acting ability proves she may be the new Kate Winslet. (No one can really be that amazing, but we'll see)

No I have not seen Where the Wild Things Are.  Cut me some slack here.  Is it even still in theaters?

Okay.  I'm done.  An Education will be the topic of my next blog, I've become more of a movie review columnist on Anna's blog now haven't I?  Maybe just some dork who values parentheses and italics much too much.

Toodle-loo.  (No?  Too much?)

Ti amo e Ciao,

Violetta

INTERNET STALKING (Not another "Importance of Internet Safety" speech)

What? Vivi didn't give me a topic to steal? I have to think of something to talk about on my own? Unheard of!
Kay, so the last post was kind of. . . sad. And in order to prove my love for you (and lack of love for blogs demonstrated in the previous post), I will deviate from the "this-is-my-opinion-and-if-you-don't-agree-with-it-I-will-kill-you-because-anything-different-from-my-opinion-is-awful-and-sacrilegious" path. I will also resist the urge to go "Ummm, I don't really know what to write about. . . so. . . .  yeah. . . *precedes to talk about everything around them in an ADD manner*. . ." I am making an effort to make this interesting! Hmmm. Okay, for starters, I'm getting off Facebook so that I can focus fully on not having a life. . . . OH! That gave me an idea! Today's blog is about (drum roll please!). . . . INTERNET STALKERS! Yay! Or. . . . not. . . .
Alright, so I kind of have some personal experience with this. Every day on Facebook I get about six friend requests from guys like "Muhammed" or "Farid", or some other intimidating middle-eastern dude with no mutual friends that would stick me in a burka and marry me because he thought my profile picture was cute-ish. (I prefer to embrace my political incorrectness, so please do not take offense.) But really, would you WANT to marry a girl that was stupid enough to friend a *much* older man despite his possible questionable motives? (Oooh, big words, be proud!) I mean, what do they expect? "OMG, a friend request!!! I'll accept because having lots of friends on Facebook really gets me farther in life, even if I have no idea who they are!!"? That's realistic. I know that this isn't technically stalking, since it's multiple people and they don't really talk to me, but it still feels like harassment.
Now, despite what I just said, I don't get all the hype about internet safety. I know some people that would have a heart attack if they knew that I told people I live in South Dakota and my name is Anna via blog. But, I honestly don't see why that would be a cause for freaking out. I get it if I said like my last name, my phone number, my address, or even my city, but not for my name and state. (Did I just call South Dakota my state? Lets pretend I didn't. . . ) A lot of the stuff that guest speakers drill into your brains throughout elementary school (and I think they might've even extended it to middle and high school. . . ) is unnecessary and slightly paranoid. And I already get paranoia from my mother at home, so I could do without it at school.
Here are some lovely stalker images for your enjoyment:

I don't mind. . . :)

Well that's intense. . .

Kay, this was kind of short. . . ish. . . er. . . than other posts, but whatever. I can't really think of anything else soooooo, ti amo!

Anna

Music (And not the dreaded kind, either!)

Hello (two) followers! We love you! (I think a martini is in order for celebration!) I'm blogging again to make up for my "absence." Because I know how much it means to ALL of you. *Hint, hint* Today the topic is music (again). I first would like to admit to my new obsession with the fairly unheard-of band I Am Ghost. Vivi even confesses that she thinks they have talent! That's rare for her! (Please note that even though she may say this, it does not, under any circumstances, mean that she personally likes the band.) Anyway, I like them mostly for their versatility (think first alternative rock, then screamo, then Queen, then Latin masses, then violin solos, then halloween sound effects, then Spanish guitar, etc. . . . ).  And their album covers are also pretty sexy:

(Pictures posted to give the misconception that we are actually talking about something interesting)

First album (We Are Always Searching)

Second album (Lovers' Requiem)

Most recent album (Those We Leave Behind)


That was totally necessary. I know you all feel like better people. Anyway, Vivi and I have somewhat different taste when it comes to modern, un-classical music. I won't speak about her favorite bands, because if I get something wrong she'll eat me alive. (And Vivi, don't deny that you are reading this and nodding. . .) I really like bands like Evanescence, My Chemical Romance, Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy (this is getting a little mainstream. . .), Breaking Benjamin (and yes, I liked them before the movie Surrogates made them heard-of), Escape the Fate, Black Veil Brides, Metallica, Mayday Parade, etc. I think you get the idea. But I also (really randomly) like Sting, Michael Jackson (okay, well who doesn't?), Stevie Wonder, Kelly Clarkson (I seriously don't know why, I just looooove her. And yes, I am ashamed, so don't reprimand me, jerk), and. . . . a lot of other stuff that I'm sure you all really care about.
This is almost worst than a "this is what I did today" blog. But not worse than all of those blogs saying "Oh my god, Jonathan is five months, three weeks, six days, twenty one hours, and forty seven seconds away from turning four, as of eight seconds ago!" ISN'T THAT FREAKING EXCITING???? Ahem. Sorry. Those just really annoy me. You know those, right? Well, I clicked on the next blog button twenty times and kept track of how many blogs were similar to the latter. And this is an honest survey. So here are my results:

Baby/Pregnancy blogs, out of twenty randomly picked: 18
Other blogs, out of twenty randomly picked: 2

The remaining two were a blog describing this woman's marriage, play by play, and a poser emo blog talking about how much this one girl's life "sucks" even though any normal person's life would make hers look like a Disney movie. So there you have it. Vivi and I are one of the few teenagers swimming in an ocean of over-excited new mothers.
Well, this got off topic. . .
Ti amo!
Anna

Blindess in our Society

I'M NOT DEAD. Haha, I've beaten Vivi to the topic! (I'm surprised we haven't done this yet. . . the pun is coming later. . .) Men! (Haha, get it? Haven't done men yet? Cause it's like – okay, never mind. I thought it was funny.) BUT WAIT! Before you click out of this window because you think that this is just going to be a continuos flow of fangirl estrogen about how amazingly sexy all these actors are (which they aren't), you are wrong! MUAHAHAHAHA– sorry. This is actually a list of REALLY FREAKING OVERRATED celebrities! (And why I think so). And they aren't all even men! Enjoy!

• Matthew McConaughey. Okay, one, he is a terrible actor. Two, he isn't even all that cute, ESPECIALLY when he's blonde. Ugh. Ick. Gross. *shudders* Moving on! Three, he doesn't bathe (courtesy of Daphney for this disturbing fact). No joke. I mean, don't you think someone with SO many chick flick roles would have the common sense to worry a little about personal hygiene? Really. (I would also like to note that on almost every single article I've looked at regarding overrated actors, this man's name appears, so I am NOT alone in my opinion).

• Jim Carrey. Alright, he's got some funny stuff, but have you ever watched a movie that he starred in and thought, "Didn't I see the same character in the last movie?"? Because I have. Multiple times. If you've ever seen The Shining, once Jack went crazy, the only thing stopping me from honestly believing Jim Carrey had shot the rest of the movie was the fact that he was probably in his late teens, early twenties at that time it was made.  

• Disney Channel-based celebrities in general. That includes the infamous Miley Cyrus, Jonas Brothers, Selena Gomez, etc. Not only are they horrible actors, but they decide that since they can "act", they can obviously become wonderful singers. And some of us believe them. This is especially infuriating to me since I know of a few professionally trained singers who can't make a dime, no matter how talented they are. And these "talented young stars" can make millions off of people's ignorance. Ugh! It just makes me so angry!!

• Arnold Schwarzenegger. Okay, so maybe he is freakishly entertaining to watch, but it does get old. I mean, how far can you get with enormous muscles and a funny accent (no offense to all those Austrians reading this)? Total Recall was an OK story line, but it went in the wrong direction, and, let's face it, Arnold sucked. Terminator is, well, Terminator, but I don't think that he should've made it this far. The only thing he's really good for is Saturday Night Live material (Hanz and Franz, yah). 

• Orlando Bloom is really adorable, but he is a pretty bad actor. I mean, Johnny Depp crushed him in Pirates of the Caribbean, and Viggo Mortensen (sp?) in Lord of the Rings. I think he might need to give it up.

• Jessica Alba. She's not even hot anymore. What's the point?

• How do I hate Justin Bieber? Let me count the ways. Okay one, he is FIFTEEN. He needs to stop taking himself so seriously. Two, he sucks. He is no good at lyrics OR singing. Three, elaborating on my opinion on his singing, I would have to say he sounds like a prepubescent transsexual wannabe Justin Timberlake. And that, my friend, is a lot of adjectives.

• Dakota Fanning. That girl. Ooooooh. I cannot begin to tell you how much I hate that girl. I know you're not supposed to hate people when you don't even know them, but, oh god, I can't help it. I won't go into detail, as I have been trying to censor this blog, but suffice it to say that I think she must be one of the worst actresses I have ever seen.

• Paris Hilton. 'Nuff said.

• Alicia Keys cannot sing. For the life of her. Her music actually makes me feel suicidal. And I doubt that was the intention. I do not know what gives her the impression that she can act, either.

• Cameron Diaz. So The Holiday was an awesome movie, no matter what you say. (Vivi agrees.) But she really isn't a good actress. Every time I hear her voice I think of Fiona from Shrek. And her Southern accent in The Box sucked almost as much as the movie. She sounded like she was trying (and failing) to do a British accent. And I am almost too scared to see what she did to My Sister's Keeper, which was an amazing book, but I doubt the movie will be any good. Vivi and I are going to see it this Christmas. . . 

• Megan Fox. I honestly do not care what all the testosterone driven boys I hang out with think. She is the epitome of overrated. Sure, she's sexy, but really, she kind of makes me want to kill myself.

• Robert Pattinson. Okay, iffy actor, stupid person. Reeeeeeaaaalllly. With all the hype Twilight's getting (which it soooo doesn't deserve all the publicity it's getting), it's no wonder he's famous now, but still. Some of his more unheard of stuff is actually okay, but Twilight. . . ? Ugh, let's just say romance is not his forté. . . I'm done, I promise!

I could go on for days and days and days and days and days and. . . I think you get the idea. But I will not! Because I luuuuuuurv you! Okay! For now I will say arrivederci e ti amo!

Anna

"I see a man who has serious intentions, that's Levin; and I see a peacock, like this featherhead, who's only amusing himself." Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina, Novel

Hello our fellow followers!  Or not... that's ... acceptable.  Please, please, please, follow us to show your support if you'd like us to go on blogging!  I was waiting for Anna to blog so I wouldn't seem... too obsessive.  But, clearly it's been a week and she has not.  So I'll have to take the reigns in this instance.  I went to the Met Museum today, pleasant.  I went on the Egypt gallery tours (admittedly not my favorite ancient, but interesting nonetheless)  I then went to the American Wing and looked at the period rooms.  Gorgeous, god, everything gorgeous.

But anyway, the quote.  I did not read the book.  I know, I'm sorry.  I saw the 1948 movie with Vivien Leigh directed by french director Julian Duvivier.  I thought it was fabulous.  Vivien Leigh's performance was brilliant as usual, but the directing was very inventive as well.  I can't really go into details through text, but it's a must-see.  So, if you get a chance, go do so.  I keep running out of things to talk about.  I got a new phone... how uninteresting is that.  But I'm taking full advantage of the full keyboard and considered typing this on it, but then I decided that would be stupid, then I would very likely lose it.  So I'm on my crappy dell inspiron laptop. You know what I hate?  All those useless notifications on facebook.  I'm sure four hundred people say this daily, but people tag me in things, and I don't even bother looking at them except I get all these useless notifications of people commenting on that.  Facebook is addicting, but a nuisance nonetheless.  This week was really ridiculous.  In a sort of good bad way... I really don't want this blog turning into a "this is what I did today" blog, like I said before, so I'll stay off of that.  Except I despise hypocrits I might be one myself for saying that, but god there's this girl...

Nevermind.  I'll stay off that.  I had a sabrett today, scrumpcious and cheap.  The definition of what food should be.  Well, now I'm babbling arn't I.

Un bacio i miei amici sconosciuti,

Violetta

"Come in, Come in! We won't bite you until we know you better." - Anita, West Side Story (1961)

Buon Mercoledi!  (?)

The piano tuner is downstairs, he just played a little West Side Story medley, so I decided to make that my quote.  He's really good!  Bernstein, I've tried to play it, it's really hard.

Anna's post killed me, did it not kill you?  It most certainly murdered my soul.  Vorrei caprese, e cannoli, e tiramisu, e CANNOLI.  Those cannoli's look absolutely scrumpcious, can you disagree?  Doubt it.  Oh Anna I love you, but tuo abbatimento mi.  (I believe that is incorrect, but close enough.  Must be an american expression...)  I have no idea what to talk about today.  French food, to steal Anna's idea of stealing my idea by stealing Anna's idea? (non capisco, I know)  Maybe next time, I covered the basis two, three posts ago.

I STILL have not seen Where the Wild Things Are.  I WILL this week, I swear it.  Prometto, Prometto, Prometto. (Promise, Promise, Promise) I have to see Fame too.  Though the trailer hurts.  I'll go on about that some other day.  Aw merda.  I really require a cannoli right now.  Biscotti might suffice.  Or a croissant... I should go now before I make myself die of hunger.

Un bacio tutto e arrivederci,

Violetta

STALKERS.

Okay, I know posting two blogs within a period of about twenty minutes is breaking like some record of having no life, but I felt the need to express my irritation with the new mothers who have blogs for the sole purpose of posting their newborn's every move. I mean, honestly, who cares what kind of pureed fruit Timmy ate today? Can you please SHUT UP? I feel extremely bad for the kids whose parents' are like tabloid reporters on only a slightly smaller scale. I mean really, people. Get a life. (That was soooo not hypocritical.)

Bacio il Cuoco! : Italy and Food

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE HUNGRY. IT IS JAM PACKED WITH AWESOMENESS OF DOOM AND. . . . STUFF. . . .

Okay, first off, please allow me to clear this up. For all those midwesterners out there that are under the misconception that the word "Italian" is pronounced with an emphasis on the "i", I will kill you if you do not stop. This food of amazingness (that we are so deprived of in this godforsaken region) is not from the country I-taly. There are few here that are that stupid. So why do you insist on saying "Italian" wrong? And it may seem like I am making a big deal about this, but believe me, it is enough to drive someone like my insane(er than I already am). Thank you.
Anyway, I will get on with this! I must say I am constantly in awe at how Italians can take the simplest (and freshest) ingredients and create something so mouthwatering.
I mean, look at this:

Caprese

Buffalo Mozzarella: If you have not had this, you have not lived. Try it NOW.

Bruschetta (Geez, this is a good picture.)

Do you really need a caption?

Alright, a show of hands of who wouldn't want to eat here. The lack of may or may not have something to do with our little amount of readers, but whatever.

Why does this come up when you Google image search fettucini? 

The REAL Fettucini: Ah, this is what we were looking for. After all, who needs a girl with a butt the size of a small country when you could have this?

Classic spaghetti and meatballs: It never gets old

Ah-ha. Here it is. Soak it in South Dakotans, because this is the real deal. So next time you're hauling your white, ranch dressing-loving butt to Pizza Hut (haha, I rhymed, are you proud?), think of this and be ashamed!

Mmm, calamari. I love this stuff.

Ah Vivi, here is your tiriMIsu. See? I pronounced it like you via blog! Be happy!

Cannolis, also for you, mi amore. (Yes, you stupid spell checker, I am sure that cannolis is a word. . . jerk.)

Okay, you may think you have an idea of how long I could go on like this, but believe me, you don't. Soooo, I will go now. This was mildly long, but that's okay, since it was hopefully as yummy for you as it was for me. ^_^ Ti amo e ciao!

Anna

"If you had a balloon that could carry a man to mars and the pilot you picked disappeared, would you get in the balloon yourself and cast off?" * - Dr. Jekyll, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1941)

Happy Halloween!

I wanted to do something extroadinary for all you dedicated readers out there, but... well failure, on both accounts.  Right now I'm watching Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.  The 1941 version with Spencer Tracy, Lana Turner, and Ingrid Bergman.  I've only got to the part where he JUST turned into Hyde, so I can't give anything away, even if I wanted to.  Ingrid Bergman's cockney accent is like nails on a chalkboard, but other than that, it seems like a decent movie.

Today kind of sucked, just a bit.  I didn't go "trick-or-treating" and had no costume.  So I just sort of moped about.  I was planning on being Alice, but originalized (like Lewis Carroll's illustrations, i.e. image below), you could say.  That failed.  Oh and I have no friends to go with, due to the fact that Anna lives thousands of miles away.  I put so much work into my pumpkins, that was entertaining at least.  I just took pictures, and I don't know where the camera cord is, so you won't see those.  Gesu... when did this become a "this is what I did today" blog!  But that is what I did today.  Not to mention the purple temporary hairspray-dye I stuck in my hair, I stuck my head in the sink, but I need shampoo.  It's so annoying.  So, yes.  I'll go finish that movie now... I hope Anna enjoyed her halloween.  Oh, and note, that quote cannot be exact.  I should just rewind the movie... but, eh.   I can't find it online.  But you get the point, just put it in a Spencer Tracy voice, and we've got it! (*I fixed the quote, that is exact.)

 

See, now this isn't too long now is it.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, don't die.

Ti amo e ciao,

Violetta

"Leave the gun, take the cannolis" - Clemenza, The Godfather (1972)

Oh, come on.  Like you didn't know that quote was going to come up at some point.  Want to know where to get amazing cannolis?  Anthony Bourdain and Mario Batalli went there, I've been going there since I was a little girl.  Gencarelli's Bakery in Bloomfield, New Jersey.  Cannolis are my favorite pastry (and I am a great lover of pastry) and I just got a cannoli there recently.  They must have just made the cream.  It was to die for.  I mean really.  My last meal would be grilled cheese and tomato soup (made by Thomas Keller, I'm addicted to Bouchon's, on Columbus Avenue in the Mall, NYC, grilled cheese and tomato soup)  or duck.. regardless.  Grilled cheese and tomato soup and a cannoli/cheesecake/creme brulee for desert.  Oh my god, YES.  Sorry, foodie moment right there.  Also Modern Pastry in Hartfield, Conneticut.  My mom apparentally went there when she was in college.  Those pastries are to die for, like Gencarelli's, trust me it's worth the schlep from New Jersey, or wherever you live.  Oh yes, food.  Joe's Shanghai in Chinatown is really amazing chinese food.  Just thought I'd share that.  Though most any chinese in chinatown is...


Anna said I should write a short post, you know, (i.e. Anna's post below...)

"When I see a long paragraph it looks intimidating and I don't want to read it" - Anna

Haha.  So here's a non-intimidating short (er) paragraph for you all. 

Ti amo e ciao,

Violetta 

Gothic Lolita Obsession

Alohas! Yessss, one follower! We love you! Anyway, in order to follow my pattern of copying everything Vivi does (although we do have different things to say on the topics), I will talk about fashion. My clothes obsession du jour is the gothic lolita (nicknamed gothic loli, for future reference) street fashion that is growing in popularity in Japan. As scene/emo style is becoming more mainstream here (yes, I know, the midwest can be a bit slow. . . . okay, that's an understatement), I am giving up my colored skinny jeans and purple-streaked side bang-bob (well, as soon as my hair grows out anyway. . . ) for black lace, sweet ruffles, and long black hair. x]
For all of you who don't know what gothic loli is, please do not confuse what I am talking about with the street term "loli" or "lolita" (a prepubescent girl who is either sexually active or attracted to much older men). It is a fashion based off of the elegant victorian/gothic dress style, sweet, elegant dolls, and the idea of being cute over sexy (this is actually quite common in Japan as you can see with the popularity of Hello Kitty among adults). Sweet lolita is usually cute little dresses with lots of lace and bows or ruffly skirts with knee high socks. It is usually in red, white, pink, yellow, things like that. Gothic loli is just like that except in colors like black, purple, and red, with a more punk-ish edge and maybe a little higher platform mary janes. x]

Sweet Lolita:

This may look like a little girl's dress (which I guess is kinda the point), but it is tailored to fit a woman.

 Haha, well, this Japanese girl does look a little like a 12 year old.

Soooo cute. Looove the sweetheart neckline. :D Gah, that smiley doesn't work in this font.

Hey look! It's my name! XD This shows you more of the details of the dress. Are you sensing the key factors (bows, lace, ruffles. . .)? Haha, well I'll give you one more for good measure.

Okay, I think you get the idea.

Gothic Lolita:

Kind of looks like Victorian mourning clothing. Head dresses (smallish ones) are also popular.

Love this one. Except this is longer than the usual lolita skirts.

Is she not the cutest thing you have ever seen?? (Well, except for you Vivi, darling. Love you!)

This one is super interesting. At first I wouldn't touch it (or click it, to be literal), but it's grown on me. I mean, look at the bottom. The ribbons may be a bit much, but still. And the sleeves. . . oh, I just love it. Excuse me as I'm at a loss for words for fashion. . . that's not shallow at all. . .

Well at least I don't have to worry about copyright infringement here. It's not like they STAMPED THEIR NAME ALL OVER THE IMAGE or anything.

[vivi fixed it showing up way under the image because it was pissing her off! - vivi]
[nevermind, won't work, damn it will have to continue to piss me off - vivi]

(Sorry if this showed up waaaay below the image, my computer's freaking out) Kay, so this doesn't look so good on the model, but try to get past it. The little hat thingy is pretty typical of this style. This is more of a Hot Topic looking dress with the chains and all.

I give full credit to the girl on Etsy.com who made this. I LOOOOOVE it and am attempting to recreate it myself, despite my lack of ability to sew. Unfortunately, I don't have 200 something dollars to blow on this (it comes with the dress, not the girl x[ Haha)

The front of another awesome Etsy creation.

The back of the image above. No not directly above you idiot, above above. Sheesh. x]

The Accessories:

Aww, such a sweet little umbrella.

Oh my god. . . . . this lace. . . . *licks picture*

Sweet lace head dress thingy. Wonder how it attaches. . . ?

Haha Vivi, please excuse this. I think you may be a little tired of my corset obsession. Next time I don't like your topic, maybe I'll post something on corsets just to spite you! Muhahaha! Ti amo, mi amore! <3

This is probably going to be too much with all the frivolous (but still lovable) little details on the dresses, but still adorable.

Platform Mary Janes. 'Nuff said.

I could put sooooo much more on here, but I doubt this blog format thing has the space for it, and I know  I don't have the time. If you're interested in this kind of stuff or just plain bored (since a lot of this is really quite entertaining), look up "gothic lolita" or "sweet lolita".

Love you guys that don't exist!

Anna