Joanna here reporting for blogging duty. I am taking a break from an ever-eventful evening of watching "L.A. Ink" to post about my hopes, dreams, fears and expectations regarding this upcoming fantastic voyage.
Our flight departs tomorrow and I'm looking forward to seeing what the hell kind of movie they play on international flights. Other than that, I really don't care what happens on the plane provided we are not hijacked nor do we plummet into the Atlantic / random parts of Europe to meet our demise. I anticipate a lot of flight-related anxiety and awkward in-flight bathroom trips.
Um... what else? I hate Kat Von D's new hair. Red is not yo color, grrrl. And I think she's a Neo-Nazi. I'm probably going to get all of this Nazi spam now because I just typed "Nazi" twice. Three times. Damn.
Anyway, this is my first international trip and I'm just a ball of excitement and nerves. Like a baby kitten who has just arrived in her new home for the first time. A fury little excited ball. That's what she said.
Til next time...
I have no idea how to say "See you later" in Italian and I really don't want to say "Ciao" or "Arrevederci" because that would indicate that this is the last blog entry and I really hope to not die in a plane crash. So... gnocchi. I like that.
- Joanna
Actually, ciao can mean hello or goodbye or anything in between. Also, I forgot to tell you about the double cheeked kiss thing they all do, aka, turn the other cheek. Not that you'll be kissing anybody.
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