Admit one

When I'm in a hurry, I skip foundation.

Festival Internazionale del Film di Roma

The first day of my first ever festival is ending. I'm riding the underground home as I write this.

And there's more to this already glorious collection of firsts. The most important and most anticipated one for a person who does my job has claimed a place in the mix, and not just any place, first, obviously!

I just came out of the press preview of "La scuola è finita", my first ever feature film. Of course you're wondering, and the answer is YES. A thousand times yes. I'm in the credits! For the first time!

And yes again, it's intense. I would have cried if someone hadn't sneaked behind my back making me feel uncomfortable. It's like you've won a little prize, though one for which no one else can compete. It's a trophy you snatch from yourself, and that's probably the greatest satisfaction!

Also in this packed day:

I watched an extremely ginormous Sam Wortington from the second closest row in this movie called Last Night. He has all the right freckles in all the right spots let me tell ya. I kind of hoped he would show up for the press conference afterwards but instead he sent forward the Brit with the grit.

While I wanted to slap her continuously on her teeth with my boot, it actually pains me to say that Kiera Knightley showed some wits, whereas, may she not be mad at me, Eva Mendes sounded like her brain was depotted and she was sent to an engineering conference. Oh she was funny, but only to herself.

I know you can't see a thing here but let's pretend you recognize Kiera and Eva in the second and third from the left respectively. Please, for me! It's my grandawesome day!!

I was in a splendid meeting with Kurosawa's Script Supervisor and AD. If you guessed anything about me and my dream job you'll know I was all over the room shushing people by dangling my disgruntled fist in front of their eyes like a Disney character.

I took part in a great protest march against financial cuts to the arts and the audiovisual market. As I'm trying to explain to the people from L.A. that I talk to, the situation here is disastrous. So disastrous the bottom of the bottle is actually above our heads.

Four thousand people walked as one on the red carpet tonight, and then sat on it for two whole hours, discussing tax credits and funds. The Kieras and Eves had to give up strutting their stuff on the parade, instead they came in from the back door and spoke about supporting the cause. That's easy to say from above your Loubs ladies!

I'm stating the obvious by saying this subject deserves its own post, so I will leave it at this for now. You guessed right, I will indeed talk politics in said post. Lower your eyebrows skeptics, that's an exception I'm willing to make for my sweet lover, Monsieur Cinemà.

Last but not least this is me in one of the happiest, most fulfilling throw onto bed ever!

Tomorrow we start it all over again at 9.00 am sharp. Alarm clock says 6.30. I say "what da---?!". Goodnight movie lovers!

I'm back, back from the Future

It never gets old. I figured there'd be a time when I'd stop saying this, but that time ain't come yet, and at this point I doubt it ever will. Latest test, the big screen, passed with McFlying colors! (I know I'm just a lame nerd, turn your backs on me while you still can)

The funny is still funny, the flux capacitor still fluxing, the suspense still suspended, the story is still alive.

There are some facial expressions these actors gave 25 years ago that talk loud, clear and to the damn point even if you have seen them a gazillion times.

I'm thinking stuff like this:

I will add more tomorrow as I get the time to grab them from the DVD.

Each turn surprised me even if I was in total control of the steering wheel, let's face it I know this script by heart in TWO completely different languages.

But I will never do it justice with my humanoid vocabulary so I'd better not waste my time on that. Especially since tomorrow marks the start of the Rome Film Festival and I have to be early, in good shape and looking great at the utmost opposite point of the city.

Speaking of, my point is, I was interviewed today at the screening because I was wearing my Back to the Future shirt (people apparently thought I'd had this great, forward idea, stopping me like I was a celebrity. I thought I'd just got dressed with the only natural thing you would wear to such an event). I was asked to voice whatever I wanted on the film. Anything. I stood blank. Mumbled something. Then felt like a stupid cow.

As I said, words can't but stop at some things, and this is one of them.

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Update!

A little more than one day as passed since I solemnly declared that I was going to grab pics from the DVD, and I've been very busy as you all know with the Rome Film Festival, but a solemn promise is a solemn promise. So tonight I put myself to it and rediscovered (I forget every time) that although I regularly purchased my copy of the movie I can't do whatever the fuck I want with it. It is in fact prohibited that I snap pics of it however I please. I am terribly annoyed about this and while I do understand copyright issues I am going to fight this fascist dictate!

So I ended up spending the last hour downloading free softwares, scanning forums and overall just trying to hack my mac. I will proudly say that the regime is defeated! Aided by Captain VLC and Lieutenant Apple Preview I tapped the Cricci flag deep in the enemy's ground and blew a rounded, tonic raspberry in its face.

I love this movie and I want to share iconic moments from it with other fans, maybe I want to print one out and keep it in my wallet. As long as I'm not using it for illegal purposes I should be able to take a look at a frame of the film I bought with my sweated money whenever I feel like it, even if I'm not in front of a screen. Therefore I encourage you to save this caps I made and spread them around in a BTTF-loving-lawfully-driven manner!

So these are the faces that still make me laugh 25 years later. I'll tell you I was laughing again while I was working on them, does it make me very tired, hopeless or awesome? You decide!

Strictly chronological order:

George McFly enjoying his son's take on greasy hair.

Marty McFly double-takes on a kid who looks familiar.

The Flux Capacitor is what makes time travel possible!

Doc thinks Lorraine is a psycho.

Doc enjoys watching what Marty can come up with concerning the rhythmic ceremonial ritual.

Marty McFly has an Edipo moment.

The wire just got unplugged. Again.

Do you want to tell me which one is your favorite? I really care!

Leave a comment below.

Today is the day

I was two that year, so that’s not possibly when I saw it the first time. Still I can’t remember when it was. I can’t even track the times I have actually watched it because they’re so lost in the blurry memories of childhood. I have one word for you: ancestral.

People say stuff you can’t remember never happened. I say if I can’t remember how my love for Back to the Future started it means I was born with it. It was my density.

And it is indeed. It is my density to see it on a big screen tonight. I have been waiting for this moment since I can’t even tell, hence, forever.

My text message alert sound is a recording of Doc saying “Great Scott” I snatched playing the DVD on loud TV 6 to 7 years ago, while not everybody gets it, it speaks volumes to me. It means something. I went crazy in a bar the other night when a cover band played Johnny B. Good and I said “Chuck. Chuck. It's Marvin - your cousin, Marvin BERRY. You know that new sound you're looking for? Well, listen to this” to a plain yellow wall. It meant something to me. There’s always a way to quote Back to the Future and to find a little of it in our everyday life. Even after 25 years. That’s how rich of a phenomenon it’s been. Have you ever looked at Calvin Klein underwear like they were just Calvin Klein underwear?

Back to the Future forged my carefree attitude in life and toward filmmaking. Marty McFly shaped everything I look in a man up to this day, and of course no one I ever find even remotely measures. I will live with its legacy forever and I wouldn’t ever want to change that. Of all the historical film moments in the history of cinema I am glad I was born just in time to be here for this one.

And I will celebrate this tonight.

From my pilgrimage to the Universal Studios in Los Angeles, August 2006 (second visit - first one dated 1998, pictures under wraps due to house renovation)

My little memorabilia collection. Hoping to nourish it soon with this...

The Flux Capacitor replica. Now this is heavy.

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And now a few reminders of why this day is so amazing. If they were ever necessary...

I didn't know about this and it rocks my socks!! (Bonus points for showing Peter Jackson, another fave of mine)

This is an oldie but-ah, hum... It's an oldie where I come from...

Undercovers - Not without my daughter

The episode this week feels like a lame Alias installment, so in Undercovers world, that’s pretty awesome! Sadly there’s no Leo. But plenty of Stupid Sister, frankly waaaay too much. To the extent that we are painstakingly greeted by her and one obnoxious phone call she’s trying to keep underwraps in order to cover up some shady biz. Either she’s hiding the fact that she drinks again, in which case we couldn’t care less, or she’s a spy too and plays for the opposite team, to which I would reply BRING IT and momentarily excuse the writers for showing her face. But then again maybe she’s just having an affair with Leo. So thrust her back into the dark.

Moving on, there’s a ninja in a dumpster in North Korea. You get my attention now. The ninja infiltrates an office building and steals a thoroughly compartmented object a la Sydney Bristow and the old red floating ball. He manages to escape the guards from the window and lowers himself down to the floor beneath where he strips of ninja attire and sits at his desk. Woah, high treason. He looks like a slim Ken Tanaka, and goes to meet his daughter Gogo Yubari to tell her he must be going far away and someone will come for her. I wonder who that someone is. I hope it’s Leo for a sec, but I’ve already given away that he’s MIA. Wait a minute! Oh God, maybe he’s making out with Stupid Sister. Ew, gross.

Baldie explains to the Blooms that Ken Tanaka is a genius who wants to defect and go all CIA. They have to extract him from a conference in Geneva, where he is escorted by Korean guards because Korea has sniffed sniffed the smell of betrayal. Of course we can’t leave Baldie without a comic relief moment and we are treated to him shoving the Blooms out of his hotel room once the quesadilla he was waiting for arrives. That isn’t even remotely funny you guys!

That same night the Blooms are in bed trying to learn 8 years of physics in 8 hours in order to pass as believable scientists on their mission. This feat sounds so easily accomplishable that they decide they can spare a little time having sex. So they do. Have sex. Because they hadn’t humped last week and we were missing it.

The household back-story involves Sam wanting to organize a dinner party whereas Abs is a sociopath and doesn’t want to have friends. This kind of reminds me of the episode where Giuliana & Bill wanted to have people over, she tries to cook cannelloni for them and Jacobi almost throws up when he tastes them.

Back on track. Of course tartan jackets and horn rimmed glasses solely do a good job of making them look like scientists, so much in fact that they don’t really need to be prepared for the role. In hindsight they were fairly perceptive when they opted to do the nasty.

Besides, Flunkman knows how to search around Wikipedia and he reads out loud right in their earpieces. Revenge of the nerds. Abs flaunts his stuff saying smart is the new sexy. Very true. Flunkman being the exception obviously proves he’s smart AND a virgin. I think the problem there is your face honey.

The extraction doesn’t go smoothly but it’s indeed carried out, with the most unfortunate help of the chem. engineer double major virgin who blocks the elevator where Ken, Abs and Korea in the form of two guards are traveling, so that Abs can electrocute the guards and save the princess.

The princess though isn’t happy with his conditions anymore. He will comply with the CIA and hand them the device he stole at the beginning (which apparently does some serious shit) only if they bring Gogo Yubari stateside. Abs thinks he can be bribed with cars and houses and forget about her, but the wife disagrees, and because she feels bad about missing her sister’s party (which I won’t dwell into) she has a suddenly heighten family morale hence believes that Ken is right in wanting his daughter with him. Baldie says NO. “No one goes to Korea, no one moves. Roger that?”. Sam says “The hell”. Korea here we come!

The Blooms sans Flunkman pose as Canadian food inspectors, whatever that is, thus ensuing in a little French. I highly dislike this move. As a condition of their stay they are assigned a guide and confiscated passport and cell phones. They ask the guide to detour in a picturesque market where it’s easy for them to escape, then head to the house where Gogo Yubari is supposed to be. Supposed that is, because we were shown right before this that she has been taken by the police. While Sam is about to find out about a message Gogo managed to leave on the floor before being captured, there’s some noise coming from outside and the door to the apartment opens. Please be Leo. Be Leo. Aaaand… No.

It’s the Blooms’ French counterpart. A married spy couple looking for Gogo as well. Princess Ken Tanaka double dipped and is going to allow himself only to the best bidder, and that is whoever brings his daughter back. With sugar on top.

They find out the message on the floor points to a police station where Gogo is held hostage. The Blooms and the Depardieus decide to join forces in the rescue. Gerard is also very knowledgeable on this specific area of Korea because he posed as a journalist there for years. I don’t trust them one bit. Meanwhile Stupid Sister texts because she wants to hold on Sam’s skirt while celebrating her sobriety but Sam’s skirt is not there. I don’t like her one bit.

The police station is covered by a laundry business so the foursome make up a plan involving big carts full of dirty clothes to sneak in. At sundown. The girls distract the surroundings while the guys beat the crap out of people. When they get to Gogo she is about to be tortured. They knock the guards out and guess what? Taking advantage of a tiny moment of distraction on Abs part while he devours his wife’s ass with his eyes the Frenchie kidnap her. I knew they were scumbags. French.

Back in Geneva they want Ken Tanaka to hand them the device in order to see his daughter. Because Flunkman has fallen asleep he manages to sneak out and go meet them. When the Blooms get there he’s nowhere to be found.

I wonder how they boarded the plane back without their passport, considering they were flying solo and lacking any CIA approval nor connection.

Anyhow, the room where Ken was staying had been bugged so they’re able to locate the meet up place. Sam goes right there. The guys are left figuring out where Tanaka must have hidden the device and of course they pinpoint it in one split second: it’s in the podium at the conference centre. Right that moment the Depardieus learn the same thing. The wife stays behind with their hostages and Gerard goes retrieve the device. He is met by Horn Rimmed Abs minus the tartan and engages in a run through the kitchens where he is piteously defeated among the zucchines.

Meanwhile Sam on a cop bike and donning a leather jacket smashes the French bitch to the ground and rescues Gogo.

The power of family is then restored and even Baldie can’t argue with that. He’d offered Korea a bottle of whiskey and they had forgotten about the international intrusion. Sam hugs it out with Stupid Sister and has meal for two with her husband. Turns out dinner parties are overrated and Giuliana Rancic was right all along. Roll credits.

By the way, I liked this shot.

My two cents on: Buried

Brilliant. Brilliant. Brilliant. Inception’s got nothing on it!

Buried just came out here in Italy and I’m mad as hell, they keep doing it. Dish us the great movies in time you bastards!

Oh no, I was just a tiny bit bitter, and bitter is the last thing I want right now. Because instead I’m ecstatic actually, I am thrilled and inspired by the power of moving pictures… Oh you have no idea!!

These things are what I live for. Challenges. Wits. Human beings bending their arms and making it happen!

I was scared to go see it at the beginning, when I had a look at the trailer the first time I was - the hell you’ll see my face Mr. Johansson. But somehow the hype increased with the passing weeks, and not because there was any type of exaggerated marketing, it simply grew on me. That’s what art does by the way. And then it was show-time this Friday and I felt the urge. I booked tickets online today and I felt kinda eerie the entire afternoon. Creepy films have ways of sneaking up on me in my dreams. I am very careful with my choices on the matter. So I tiptoed to my seat in the theatre and I was quiet for a while. Pondering. Then I took a breath, the movie started and I was never able to produce a single thought again for the whole 94 minutes. I was completely absorbed.

This work not only has the strength of a fresh, brave concept, it also develops it poignantly. No considerable gaps in the plot, no dull moments, no pathetic resolutions. No nothing. Just plain awesomeness. The story is strong and the storytelling backs it up completely.

Cortés breeds these great, unexpected camera movements, jumping back and forth around our very own insurmountable line. Considering what I do for a living – well, that’d be the case if they were paying me to do it (Hey, I won’t accept sour remarks here, this is a happy piece!) – that was both weird and exciting to see. He is all over the place with his equipment!

When the screen goes pitch black he always comes back with an unexpected angle. And I mean you are bound to do that if you want to keep an audience’s attention alive for an hour and thirty four minutes with one man inside a box as big as his own damn frame. Without showing any boobs.

Also I appreciated that they managed to keep it at a fairly realistic lighting without having to be boring with it. Reynolds is in fact equipped with his fair share of disco bulbs. Such a kaleidoscopic rainbow of horrors, one color for each demising stage. Well played.

Speaking of the Rey-man he’s brave enough to step up to it, and he does a fairly good job. Honest performance would far better critics than me say. You’ve come a long way from Van Wilder uh? I was still hoping you’d lose your shirt here and there though, like old times. No such luck.

I've heard our leading actor say that if Alfred Hitchcock had been presented this script he would have totally directed it. Funny cause that was my first thought.

Lil' connection here Mr. Reynolds, you wanna explore it?

                  

A special post scriptum for the deserving movie’s artwork. The poster looks amazing, and again very Hitchcocky. Plus I love how they incorporated press praise into it.

To some it up, there’s nothing I didn’t love about this picture.

Fucking great movie, that’s all I have to say.

A long long time ago in a country far far away… (Episode 3)

Cricci has returned to her home town of Rome in an attempt to snatch a degree in film studies from the clutches of the vile gangster Jabba the Hutt.

Little does Cricci know that the world is about to change for ever.

Just a few days after my return to home base 9/11 strikes, thus going back to America will never be as easy as it had previously been for me.

I’m talking to you, freaking code of small jars of liquid, cream and vapor possessions, with your hideous zip bag and the damn water you make me swallow whole at the damn metal detector. I swear I’m trying hard to find a way to hold a plane hostage with my 400 ml Lancome face cleanser but THERE ARE NONE. None. Understood you idiots confiscating me my products all the time? I’ll keep searching for one though and oh when I find it… Can you feel my breath on your necks airlines??

I’m also talking about the eminent sect of the Visas. Only if you were bread rightfully, married a member, or participated in a rite of initiation during which you donated gallons of your own warm blood, you’d have a shot at being looked at by them. Poor Visas, they risk ruining their pretty, pure paper eyes if they meet your non-American ugly face.

Don't you worry, digression is over now.

Getting settled in College at first was simultaneously weird and fun. See we don’t manage our own classes in high school. We have no choice whatsoever on what we’re learning in our teenage years. Actually hold on, “whatsoever” is an extreme choice of vocabulary, we are indeed allowed to express a preference on our appreciated field of study, but on that solely, not over single subjects. The first time we are in fact encouraged to do that is when we hit higher education. So of course when that merry occasion occurs you are petrified.

As for me, being the person I am, I got a kick out of it, bought a different colored pen for each subject, created charts and timetables and was at the top of my game, grinning while doing it.

Then again of course we’re in Italy so everything sucks. I mentioned before that I’m not a politic person, I wouldn’t be dwelling in those matters with a gun to my head, but it is fair to say that in our country hands-on education is a highly disregarded concept. And I will leave it at that.

Having chosen to pursue a College career in filmmaking, I was hoping we would be doing a little filmmaking. How fucking naïve of me. I spent the first year of my new exciting life sipping from the same old canister of boiled Italian literature, world history and art chronicles. Wow, how electrifying!! If I wanted to appreciate the world of poetry, human evolution and paintings I would have chosen it!

To be fair there were a couple of theatre and cinema related classes. All we did in there was talking, talking, talking, and never doing, but at least they were somewhat associated to film studies, which is, I will never stress it enough, the name of the degree. They were a couple as I mentioned and we ran out of them quickly. All that was left in our film studies degree, I’ll stress it again, was history of dance (?), anthropology (lmao) and ethnical music (wtf), so of course after a little more than a year I was discouraged as eff you see kay. I stopped being consistent in class attendance and I slept away to sunnier lands.

I started working in tourist resorts!

PS. I apologize for my jokes on fair and square aircraft regulations, and the kind, intelligent people who make us follow them. Also I care to clarify that I love the Visa King. Hail to you. Can you let me in now??

Homo Deskboundensis

I’m thinking these days I’m spending an awful load of time in front of this screen, and curved on the keyboard typing. That’s why my back hurts so badly lately and I have frequent absurd headaches. I feel a little unhealthy and crumbled, but isn’t that what every 21^st century person experiences?

At the same time I cannot stop. What I am doing alongside my macbook so much is working on my PRs. I have written and replied to more than 5oo e-mails these past week. That takes time. Also I’ve been blogging a lot.

And why is that that we blog?

For me I think it is a desperate need for human interaction. I have a few great friends, but not many. I can’t be bothered with fake superficial relationships. I find blogging to kind of stand in between the two extremes, because it allows you to express yourself with an endless group of individuals - and if you’re persistent enough even get to have someone read what you’re saying - but in the end only those actually interested in your endeavors will spend their time with you. That kind of makes their attachment real and they won't be fake and superficial unless fake and superficial is what you write for them.

Also blogging is helping me to expand my horizons. I get stimulated to write on a variety of different subjects. Having entered the blogosphere pushes me and compels me to read more, and I’m discovering a whole lot of people who actually share my interests and write amazing things about them. Travelling, cooking, fashion, photography, makeup, reviews, geekish stuff, building things from scratch with your bare hands, bedjumping, funhaving.

Nevertheless I should start adjusting the time I spend in front of computers to intertwine it better with the other activities in my life that I am kind of blatantly ignoring at the moment. After all I have no intention of becoming a professional blogger and the road I have to walk through in my line of work is steep, long and dirty. So it needs my devoted attention.

Speaking of which I will go back to my books.

Thank you for visiting my blog and sharing this wonderful time of my life with me!

This post was written to the sound of Norah Jones and Amy Winehouse. Lovely.

Nine layers

This morning I've indulged in the world of self-centerness and I've compiled a meme in which I talk about me, me and me. I decided to start with an easy, short one, just to see if I liked the subject matter. I have to say I had a nice time doing it.

I felt I hadn't really given any facts that would describe me to my readers since I started this blog, and I know I like to have somewhat of an idea of who my bloggers are when I read their ramblings, hence the experiment.

Thanks to Eleonora who inspired me to do it and on whose blog I found this specific meme.

As layers progress they carry more in depth information about me.

So read on and nice to meet you!

LAYER 1:

•                Name: Cristina, but you can call me Cricci

•                Birth date: September 14^th 1983

•                Birthplace: Roma Roma Roma

•                Current Location: As above, but I hope to change this answer in a little while

•                Eye Color: Extremely nuanced dark brown

•                Hair Color: Dark brown, but I enjoy a little splash of highlight every once in a while

•                Height: 1,69 m

•                Righty or Lefty: Right hand in writing, left leg in snowboarding, right foot in football playing (but I’m mastering the ambidextrous art in this particular field, so I can be invincible)

•                Zodiac Sign: Virgo

LAYER 2:

•                Your heritage: Some say my mom was born in Naples but you might want to keep it a secret

•                The shoes you wore today: Slippers, I’m home

•                Your weakness: Smiles

•                Your fears: Death mostly. Anything else is surmountable

•                Your perfect pizza: Tomato sauce, buffalo mozzarella and raw ham. Thick, tender and flaming hot

•                Goal you’d like to achieve: Serenity

LAYER 3:

•                Your most overused phrase on AIM: What?

•                Your first waking thoughts: Fuck it’s late

•                Your best physical feature: According to others there’s a lot, don’t mean to brag. According to me, well, that’s another story

•                Your most missed memory: Lunch at my grandma’s

LAYER 4:

•                Pepsi or Coke: I endure swallowing a glass of Coke only when I desperately need some digesting action

•                McDonald’s or Burger King: Oh yuck

•                Single or group dates: Are you kidding me? If a group is involved it’s not a date, it’s a night out

•                Adidas or Nike: Adidas, Originals

•                Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: I’m not very fond of iced tea, I stick with water. Still

•                Chocolate or vanilla: What’s vanilla?

•                Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee everyday, at least twice. Cappuccino in the nice, slow, indulging mornings, like Sundays

LAYER 5:

•                Smoke: Used to. Quit simply and without any effort when I became hypochondriac

•                Cuss: Ask my parents, they don’t want to be seen with me

•                Sing: Atrociously

•                Take a shower everyday: Every other day mostly, when I have practice. On the other days I wash just the important bits

•                Do you think you’ve been in love: I know I have

•                Want to go to college: No thanks, been there and thank God it’s over

•                Liked high school: Parts of it

•                Want to get married: Someday, but not a priority

•                Believe in yourself: Lately a whole lot

•                Get motion sickness: Anytime, anywhere, anyhow

•                Think you’re attractive: With tons of make-up, styled hair and a bag on my face yes. Just kidding!

•                Think you’re a health freak: Hell yes. You can refer to the first point of this layer

•                Get along with your parent(s): Sure, and it gets better everyday

•                Like thunderstorms: Kind of impartial to them

•                Play an instrument: I played the piano for a couple of years when I was 7, but then I understood I’m not made to sit down for long hours so I went to dance school and ditched Mozart

LAYER 6: In the past month…

•                Drank alcohol: Yes, couple of glasses of wine during night outs. I’m not a big elbow bender

•                Smoked: Nope

•                Done a drug: Nope

•                Made Out: Sadly nope

•                Gone on a date: Do you want to break me down?

•                Gone to the mall: Of course! I don’t function without shopping, especially when I don’t go on dates, more so when I don’t make out

•                Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No, but I’ve eaten entire boxes of other fat clustered things

•                Eaten sushi: Yes. I can’t imagine life without sushi

•                Been on stage: Yes. I’m an actress

•                Been dumped: Kind of

•                Gone skating: No. Haven’t gone in a while actually

•                Made homemade cookies: I made brownies!

•                Gone skinny dipping: No, never have, but oh so want to

•                Dyed your hair: Yes. My brother in law owns a salon and is the best hairdresser in Rome

•                Stolen Anything: No. I gave up that craft long ago

LAYER 7: Ever…

•                Played a game that required removal of clothing: Required kissing yes. Removal of clothing, not that I can remember

•                Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: More than once

•                Been caught “doing something”: Mmmm, not that I know of

•                Been called a tease: Just by my girlfriends, and just as a joke. Right?

•                Gotten beaten up: No

•                Shoplifted: Oh I have an enviable record. But it’s dated to the 90s

•                Changed who you were, in order to fit in: I used to do it a little when I was younger, but luckily I found out soon enough that it doesn’t serve you at all

LAYER 8:

•                Age you hope to be married: Like I said, it’s not a priority. But I hope to be in love again soon

•                Numbers and Names of Children: Zero, but my first girl might get the name Phoebe. Ain’t it cute?

•                Describe your Dream Wedding: I see a man I’m desperately in love with. Nothing else

•                How do you want to die: Gentle heart failure in the arms of the love of my life

•                Where you want to go to college: Nowhere

•                What do you want to do when you grow up: Great movies

•                What country would you most like to visit: Japan

LAYER 9:

•                Number of drugs taken illegally: Number as in types or times?

•                Number of people I could trust with my life: Four

•                Number of CDs that I own: A lot, but I don’t listen to them anymore, I’ve evolved

•                Number of piercings: Six altogether on the ears and belly button

•                Number of tattoos: Three

•                Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: Couple

•                Number of scars on my body: Some, I don’t know

•                Number of things in my past that I regret: None. Everything I did made me who I am

Now it’s you turn!