biciclette

Our classroom is a half hour walk from our apartment. We need bicycles. Pronto.


Yesterday I provided food for myself which was tremendously exciting. I made myself an omelet with parmesan and tomatoes and prosciutto and all sorts of delicious things. Erica cooked up some zucchini with parmesan, which I stole a couple bites of, and that was also delicious.
I also snacked on Nutella for maybe four hours straight.

Life is not so bad.  

Love always,
Clara

apologies

I haven't been blogging much because I haven't had a ton to say.
I went to Geneva with Kyle the other day. That was fun.

Me: We used to have a house on the eastern shore of Maryland.
Kyle: I have extensive knowledge of that... from reading about it... in a book.

We also went to France (standard, really). Did you know that in France, you can buy a bottle of champagne for one euro? I mean, it's probably really terrible champagne, but... still!

This was exciting for me.
The weekend has been interesting. Now it's mom's birthday, so the rest of the world will need to stop turning until June sixth. Sorry about that, world, but you know how it goes.

Love always,
Clara

vroom

Today was the race and wow cars can go fast these days. It was all very exciting.
It saddens me deeply that I missed crashing the international school's prom, but I hear they all had a marvelous time, even in spite of my absence.



Monte Carlo is beautiful. The weather has been perfect for the last few days. I think I even got a tan sitting out on the bleachers.
This summer is off to a great start.

Love always,
Clara

a few things

• I did not go to my Health Care section today, because I hate the TA, and I'm feeling tired. Tired in my mind might as well mean sick, so that's what I said. It's perfectly possible -- I had an allergy-attack in Syntax yesterday and Stefan has mono (which is worrisome for all of us; think, for a moment, of the solo cups). Anyway, I had planned to take a nap and care for my health and whatever else but it looks like that hasn't happened.
• There's a girl at my old school who I think fancies herself a photographer or a model or something (I will not say which old school this is, so as to preserve ambiguity). She takes pictures of herself wearing eyeliner and lipstick and leopard print and such, and then photoshops the textures out of her skin, and posts them on facebook in albums called "meeeeee :)". Every time someone comments "OMG you are so beautifulll xoxox" she comments back, so her photos get tons of comments and wind up on my newsfeed, and that sends me into this whole thought-spiral of -- since when are fifteen year olds actually pretty? (The attention-whore element of this is noted, but unsurprising.)

me, at the age of fifteen.

• I want warm weather to happen soon. Luckily, the universe seems to more or less bend to my will. It's going to be 58 and sunny tomorrow.
• There are at least two parties on friday and both look worth-going-to. Once more, the universe is bending to my will.
• I still want a nap.

Love always,
Clara

imperial battleship, halt the flow of time!

you might notice there are no flyers for upcoming parties on this board.

It's 50 degrees and sunny. It is time to officially congratulate myself for surviving my first New England winter. It was not nearly as bad as my father had led me to believe.

Although, Providence is much milder than Williamstown, as I understand it. He also spent one of his new england winters hiking around in the wilderness. I spent most of mine indoors as much as possible. There was the occasional instance of walking across the main green and wanting to cry because the wind was so sharp, but that really only happened a couple times, and snow is so lovely anyway.

That said, I'm done with snow, for a little while. Spring is here and no one can try to tell me otherwise.

Last night, we tried to go to a party hosted by the half-Asian club (I did not know this was a real thing). We walked halfway to Whole Foods trying to get to the damn house, and when we got there, they turned us around because they said it was too crowded. I think the real problem was that we turned up in a mob of like, 30 people whom we'd collected on the way. Some of those stuck around even after we were no longer useful to them (I was under the impression that I was the only one who knew where Angell street was and how house numbers worked. They probably could have found their own way, but in my mind I was fearless leader, both Lewis and Clark, and also Columbus, not quite landing in India). I'm not sure why that happened.

On the way, I stopped traffic.

Me: Imperial battleship, halt the flow of time!


I shouted this while extending my hand to the car. There was also a red light, but I'd like to think time stopped at my command.

In retrospect, I do actually believe that the party was pretty crowded. It seemed to be the only thing going on last night. I stand here, then, to make a request of my fellow undergraduates:
Please throw more parties, so that everyone doesn't end up in one place. That would be great.

That is all.

Love always,
Clara

exquisite

The time between tuesday night and friday afternoon is always a blur of class and Post- (what up, 3am?) and sleep and syntax and fiction class and sleep and more class. Class and sleep and class and sleep and post- and class and sleep and class. I'm slowly coming to.

Yesterday in Fiction we tried to do an exquisite corpse out loud, based on some poems and excerpts that we were told to memorize.

K: I want you guys to memorize a poem for next week, the reason for which is as ambiguous as life itself.

The ambiguous reason was the exquisite corpse. We were meant to each say a line of the thing we memorized, or, if the spirit compelled us, something else completely. That's what I like about fiction class.

Alejandro: But the pen is mightier than the sword.
Sahil: Both, as it happens, phallic images.
Cara: Everything is a phallic image.
Ade: Freud would be proud.
K: That's what she said.

Exquisite indeed. I was just proud that the whole thing didn't turn to a discussion of menstruation. In my fiction class, that really is an accomplishment.

Love always,
Clara

springtime is happening

Today I am wearing a skirt, because it is springtime and lovely. I am also wearing tights, because it's still decidedly tights-weather.

Me: Hi Lucas!
Lucas: Hi Clara!
Me: How are you?
Lucas: Why aren't you wearing appropriate... bottom clothing?
Me: What do you mean?
Lucas: Aren't you cold?
Me: Of course not! It's a glorious day!

When I came inside, my computer told me it was 45 degrees. Maybe not so glorious. It feels great though.

Fun! Awesome! Great! Welcome! This is essentially my mood when springtime happens.

Love always,
Clara

instructions: plagarize

scenes from the summer

from the failed boston trip

amelia and the boys

scott and john

I think that's nicole and other john? hard to say.

I just spent a solid while doing a project I stole from A Lost Feather, who stole it from

Phillip Maisel.

It involves taking pictures of your computer screen while flipping through facebook pictures. Cool things happen sometimes.

In other news, I don't tend to have much work on mondays, and tend to spend my time doing somewhat useless things involving the internet. Whatever.

Love always,

Clara

photographic mood

I basically liked this picture. Hannah looks dubious, like Andrew has just said something ridiculous, which is frankly quite likely.

I actually ate this at dinner. A raspberry bar with a blob of strawberry yogurt and smashed up Golden Grahms on top. I've been feeling very culinary lately. Today at lunch I put spinach, couscous, both kinds of pasta sauce, and parmesan in a bowl. It was so creative.

Mr. Salt and Mrs. Pepper are also feeling culinary.

Oh, I made this the other day. The despicable athletes who hang out with some people down the hall seem to have made a hobby of running down the hallway smashing lights and exit signs and, occasionally, door nametags. Mine died this way, so I made a new one. Hopefully they won't do horrible things to this one. I'm watching you, athletes.

If you're wondering, the caption on the New Yorker cartoon is "I can't just switch gears and be smart."

The hair! The highlight of my week so far, to be honest.

Yeah.

Love always,

Clara

i took some pictures yesterday

Did you think my last post lacked visual aids? You would be correct. Don't worry. I'm fixing it.

This did not actually happen.

This is another museum that we did not go to.

This is Mark's anachronism.

Ken: They had remarkable foresight in naming it "Old City Hall".

I just like this picture.

Love always,

Clara

thumper

Last night I'm pretty sure Billy and John tried to murder me. They don't realize that I'm not a frat bro and cannot handle their slap cup intensity.

Luckily, I persevered. And by that I mean, I didn't die.

A lot of people are gone this weekend but I'm glad I stuck around. It's a chill scenario up in providence at the moment (literally - the whole springtime thing was a fluke. It snowed yesterday) and I'm liking it (except the cold).

Anyway, I don't have a ton to say at the moment, so look at these pictures instead.

Love always,

Clara

iphone photography

Artsy!

Love always,

Clara

oh SNAP

I was on hypem the other day and look what I saw:

Oh, hello, Oh Land. Daughter of a Great Dane. Opener for Mates of State at the Met in Pawtucket. Nice to see you there, at number eleven on the popular charts on hypem.

So glad you're doing well.

Now where's that picture of us together (with John)?

Oh yes, there it is.

Dear music: I win.

Love always,

Clara

bowling once more!

The swiss kids dragged themselves out of their study caves long enough to come bowling. Hooray!

Thomas: I studied this morning! I did an essay plan about the Russian revolution. I hate the Russians. The thing about the peasants, is that they think it's all about them.

I hadn't realized the Russian peasants were so full of themselves.

Thomas: These people would try to come in, and they would say "We're going to help you!" and the peasants would stab them with poles! They'd say "No! You're educated!"

The bowling itself went well. Nyah dominated, and Oren rocked it. Chris wasn't playing because his shoulder has some kind of problem, but he took shots for people here and there and had a pretty good record. I played the way I play most sports - not well. Anine was the best though. We may have had to remind her that the pins were that way.

Love always,

Clara

donnerstag

(I took this)

I worked out yesterday for the first time in too long. Pish posh, I've been sick, don't judge me Dad.

Now I'm off to find a dress to wear to the newspaper banquet. And maybe the fall ball on saturday. I'm not sure whether people are actually going to that. I never know where I'm going to end up, actually.

There's also a masquerade situation. I wouldn't be in love with the idea, except that episode of Gossip Girl has given me high hopes for that kind of thing.

Anyway, it's slightly too early to be making weekend plans anyway. For god's sake, it's thursday.

Love always,

Clara

the kids

the kids, originally uploaded by clarabellum.

I took this! And edited it!
This is one of those little girls who came to visit us in august.
And my chili dog.
Whom I miss dearly.

Oh, also, there is a correction that I must make. John's pretzels did not have rainbow sprinkles. They had individually-colored sprinkles, in a variety of shades.

I've got to keep my journalistic integrity. John may not be thrilled, but he's just bitter anyway.

Love always,

Clara

i took this photo!

And edited it thusly!

And I really like it!

I've been playing with my free trial of Lightroom lately. It's pretty fantastic.

Love always,

Clara

lazy sunday

The thing about Sundays is that I spent five hours working today. And I don't have that much to blog about.

I did sign up for the P.E. membership (Hey dad, you'll see that on your credit card, figure you wouldn't mind) so I could go to a spinning class with Alex. That was fun.

They do kickboxing on tuesday nights. I might try to pop over after my Modern Culture and Media screening. We shall see. I'd love to learn to kick ass.

Anyway, the point of this is that I really don't have much to say about today. Here are some pictures, because I'm lazy.

Um... yeah. Go sports!

Love always,

Clara

oh hi college

I'm moved in. I've unpacked and I've put my photos on the wall and I am so living here.

Here are some pictures. I feel like I should be busier than I am, and maybe there's some kind of social mingling happening that I'm not aware of.

I need to find that.

Love always,

Clara

UPDATE: College is awesome.

i didn't take this photo

In fact, it's definitely not a photo at all.
It's one of Nick Cueva's profile pictures.
And it cracks me up like no other.

I just took a 4 hour nap and missed like, 3 phone calls, and completely screwed up my sleep cycle. Now Mom is calling me for like the fourth time and I'm not answering. Yes Mom I know you're reading this. Mom, I ignored your call because I am tired and your calling kept waking me up and now I resent your telephone presence.
Ohhh snap.

Now I'm not entirely sure what to do with myself. I really need to drop off film, but I'm fairly certain I slept past the closing time of most places. Although it's still broad daylight, at 7:18, which never fails to astound me. Late June is the greatest.

Anyway, I'm just here to raise my hands into the air and flail them about, as if there were no repercussions.

Love always,
Clara

P.S. What are the typical repercussions of raising one's hands in the air and flailing them about. What repercussions are we failing to acknowledge? That sounds like the basis for some bad policy to me.