all that comes out is butterfliessss.

[my headphones are in parce que some lady's watching "the devil wears prada" in eye-talian. sad thing is is that i basically know exactly what is going on and what they're saying because i'm obsessed with that movie.]

what's waaay better than blogging in silence?

blogging to your sister's song "never know" that you crave oh so much. even more than gelato.

oh yeah, whilst being in rome, italy too. that'll top you off.

that said, i'm gonna try and get a post in before i go watch either "passport to paris" or "one day" via itunes. dream come true people, dream come true. if only they had "the lizzie mcguire movie". then my roman holiday would be complete.

okay, so back in the day of october 24th, i met up with some loves after they finished class and we headed over to invalides aka napolean's tomb. we actually wanted to go to the rodin museum [or "musayum" as bernie pronounces it], but remembered it's closed on mondays. that's okay. napolean was still a good time.

 [rylie, courtney, tiffy, moi, et holly go lightly.]

it's pretty crazy how huge and extravagant the building was for basically only housing some corpses. but hey, guess that's what you get when you're napolean. 

after, i was STARVING, so me and tiff went over to the falafel place i love so much and i flirted my way to tons of toppings, as usual. yummy pita, falafel balls, tons of cabbage, hot sauce, tomatoes, cucumbers, hummus, and cucumber sauce. allll for only 5 euros. it doesn't get better than this people. especially when it manages to fill michelle dastrup up for two meals. that basically never happens.

and then we ditched family home evening and went shopping instead. whoops? i did get an adorable dress shirt at karl marc john though. 

[no, that's not actually me. but there's my shirt.]

karl marc john is this cute french store and it's supposed the first names of three dang good designers: karl lagerfeld, marc jacobs, and john galliano. the store doesn't really even look like their styles, but its still cute and french, dang it.

passport to paris it is! i'm gonna wait til i'm home with jit to watch "one day". now who wants to pay for it for me? [daddy, look away.] i'll flirt in exchange.