Eurotrip with Mom - Roma (reallyfast!) and more

I've burnt myself out blogging about the Eurotrip. All you need to know about Rome is that we went to lots of churches, scarfed down lots of gelato, and gorged ourselves on lots of Chinese food (don't ask). It was nice albeit a little trashy - that's the Italians for you, though. ;)

We freaking got all of our luggage lost, though. Air India did it again and delayed our flight by nine hours in Frankfurt. I told my mom that we needed to DEMAND to be switched to American Airlines so we could get home on time. She, in turn, went psycho on the unfortunate Air India desk worker, giving him an anthology of her back pain, the story of Air India Round 1 when they tried to feed hot dogs to their faithful Indian vegetarian passengers, and a lecture on how Air India is to blame for all of the problems in the world. He bought it and handed us our shiny new American Airline tickets before my mother was halfway through her spiel.

I knew they would lose our luggage, though, just like I knew that our Air India flight would be delayed. I like being right, but I would have settled into being wrong in these two situations. Three of our four bags arrived home about a week after we did. THANK GOD, I HAVE MY MAKE-UP BACK. It's been 19 days now, and I'm still missing bag number four. It has, among other things, my favorite TopShop sweater, my favorite black pointy-toed shoes, and three fourths of all of my clothes. Reimbursement would be nice because I was pretty sick of almost all of those clothes anyway.

It's day three of back-to-school week. I'm sitting very contently at my desk in my new room, wearing an SHG t-shirt and blue pajama pants, one leg Indian style and the other one bent with my knee partially obstructing my view of the keyboard. My pearl-encrusted white candle is sitting next to my laptop and burning away quite contentedly. I am actually looking forward to this semester. Looking forward to being done with it, most of all, but I think it'll actually be okay! I'll be done with all of my required classes save one after this semester, and I'm home by two every day for a nap. The only bad part is that I have to work the copy desk for an eight-hour shift every week - and I was assigned Saturday from two until close. This means that I will never be able to go home for the weekend, and if I choose to get around that, I will have to leave after class on Friday, get home by 5 p.m. and leave the next morning by 10:30. My 21st birthday is on a Saturday, and I was informed today that it's also Mardi Gras in St. Louis. All I wanted for my birthday was to go home, but instead I think I'll get drunk (legally) and then head in to the newsroom for my shift. That'll show 'em! Plus, I bet I'll come up with some pretty zippy headlines.

I just found out that my little sister, Lexie, aged six, cut off all her hair to donate to Locks of Love! I am SO SO proud of her. Her hair is a gorgeous white blond that was previously waist-length and now it falls a little above her shoulders. I never thought she'd do it because, well, I don't think I could ever do it and because she said she'd never do it! I'm so impressed. She's looking at the top tier in heaven for that one.