Welcome to Italy.

It's 3:30 right now, and boy am I exhausted. We arrived in Rome at about 2:17 when I specifically wrote down 2:00 sharp. Now I'm figuring out how this is going to affect the rest of the day, maybe even the rest of my life.

I showed Dad my schedule on the plane, and he gladly accepted it, so right now, we're shopping & sightseeing. Luci & I shared a slice of pizza and an iced tea near the Tower of Pisa. Coinkadink? So far, we've been shopping for an hour and a half, and we've only checked out three stores & had four restroom stops, or as Luci claims it to be, a 'calling'. I guess she had too much iced tea. >.< Well, Rome is quite beautiful, a lot prettier than Venice, in my opinion.. ;)

Happy New Year's Eve!
PS.. errmm.. I found out that you're supposed to wear dots on New Year's Eve for good luck. I think it's a superstition that originated in China. Too bad I'm wearing stripes! Eeekk! Wish me luck!

Luci & I pose as Dad captures a picture of us to commemorate our 'travels in Italy' as he calls it. It sounds really fancy when he says it, though. So picture a man saying that with, like, a Scottish-American accent.

Ciao for now, Olivia.

New Years' Eve Plans.

So, as I've announced before, my flight to Italy is tomorrow! I'm really excited because it's only my second time going to Italy, and I'm spending New Years' Day there! And I'm sure this year's will be better than last year's New Year's celebration. We were stuck in an airport in Turkey, and it was pretty boring. I've already planned everything out in my planner that Luci got me for Christmas last year because I was disorganized back then. Ahhh... the good old days! Here's my planner:

Sorry about that quick sketch at the lower-right corner, I get bored sometimes. >.< All I need to do is show Dad my planner. Gosh, I'm so excited for New Year's Eve! You know that whole '2012 conspiracy world is going to end' thing? Well at first, I was really scared that the world was going to end before I was a famous actress, but then I realized that it's a rumor, and how can anyone possibly predict that? Last time I checked, there were no oracles.

And moving on, I know what to wear! I think I'm going to wear my pink dress that I wore for my ballet recital, but it's just a tad bit too fancy. Hmm... maybe I can wear my lacrosse dress? I sure do love my stripes! Or maybe my rainbow dress. Well actually, it's Luci's but she wouldn't really care if I used it. Lacrosse dress it is!

Ciao for now, Olivia.

Trip to Town.

Liverpool was quite boring, so Luci and I begged for Dad to drive us to London. Come on, designer clothes (which I'm not quite a fan of, but I they have a hear TopShop there, and they sell the most awesome clothes for the modern era), the London Eye, which I've been dying to go on ever since Dad told us we were going to England, and London is a beautiful place to take pictures of. It looks old-ish so my film camera would fit in perfectly.

So after a few hours of begging & bawling, Dad gave up, and told us we would leave at 4:00. That left me three hours in a run-down hotel. Yipee. Now what to do, what to do.... well what's better than messing up a hotel room and making the maids clean it up? Nothing! I don't usually do stuff like this, and I'm really not a troublemaker, but imagine yourself bored, alone, and hungry in a beat-up hotel room. It's not like anyone would notice anyways, it's beat-up already.

The procedure was quite simple. I got a bucket (don't even ask where I got it...) and filled it with water. I poured the water all over the room. Next, I got the pillows, and took them out of their shams. Then, with the help of Luci, whom I had to wake up to help me, I knocked over the coffee table. After a few more silly pranks and whatnot, Dad knocked.  That was already three hours? It felt like a half-hour! I opened the door as Luci pretended she was napping on the couch. Dad gave me a looooongggg speech about how I need to be responsible, and then he laughed and told me that I did a wonderful job of messing up the room. I thanked him, kissed him on the cheek, and woke up Luci.

By now, it was 4:14, and we were on the road to London. We used a rented car, but I don't even know how we're going to bring it back to Liverpool, because our next flight to Italy is tomorrow. Details, details. Our car ride took at least five hours, or at least it felt like that. It was really boring, and all I could do was jam to my iPod. Here's my playlist:

Toxic - Britney Spears (The pre-pop oldies are definitely 'in' again)

Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree - Brenda Lee (I haven't updated my playlist since before Chrismas)

Rumor Has It - Adele (Gotta get my Adele on if I'm in England!)

Thoughts of Flight - Edmund (Epicalness in a song.)

Oh, Look What the Sun Did - Josh Rouse & the Long Vacations (Wow, that's a long title.)

Yeah, pretty awesome stuff. But I had to replay all of them in the car because I didn't have enough songs, so I'm kinda sick of them. :/ But hey, we're in London now, and we can finally have fun.

Ciao for now, Olivia

Christmas in Wales.

Okay, I'm a bit late, I'll admit. But I indeed hope you had a wonderful holiday with blessed memories (and quite lovely presents ^_^). Maybe you spent Christmas at church, or maybe with family. I spent Christmas sitting on our couch in the hotel watching the Doctor Who Christmas Special on BBC. And c'mon, you've gotta say 'The Doctor, the Widow, and the Wardrobe' is a pretty epic episode, right? So I'm guessing you don't even watch Doctor Who, but it's a pretty amazing show. Very eye-catching.

Ciao for now, Olivia.

An Introduction to Olivia.

Alright, so last night was crazy. We landed in Liverpool, England [not Mexico] and got chased by a hobo in the airport. Turns out the hobo was just a kind sir who was informing us that we left our luggage on the conveyor belt. When he told us, I wanted to slap myself in the face. I was in charge of luggage duty in my family. And if the hobo incident wasn't enough, when we were going to take a train to our hotel, Dad must've lost the tickets or something while we were running through the depot. Nice one, dad.

Wait a minute... something is missing. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Oops. Common mistake. I'm still jet lagged, so don't blame it all on me. My name is Olivia. Olivia Luna Lovegood, to be precise. I have curly, blonde hair and emerald green eyes. Pretty wicked if you ask me. Me, my dad and my sister, Luci, are travelers. I dream of traveling through time and space, but that's not quite possible. We started traveling when my dad went on a business trip to Paris. He brought back all types of cool stuff. A brooch with the Eiffel Tower on it, a really wonderful-smelling yet calming & relaxing bath salt, a French cookbook (which me and my sister, Luci attempted to cook recipes from, but failed miserably), and a macaroon, which was half-eaten. He probably got hungry on the plane ride. Luci and I loved all the stuff he brought home, and we decided we really wanted to visit Paris.  On Christmas, Dad surprised me and Luci with plane tickets for Paris. Our visit to Paris sparked a curiosity of the rest of Europe, and from then on, we traveled all around Europe visiting countries all over the place.

Once, we visited Switzerland. It's quite beautiful there. I taught Luci how to ski in the Swiss Alps. Luci is my adopted sister. She is a brunette (although I perfer blonde hair. Blondes rule!) and has brown eyes as brown as tree bark. Her parents were my aunt and uncle. They divorced, soon after both of her parents died, which left her an innocent, helpless orphan. Luci had no other family, so we were the only ones that could help her. My dad adopted her, and since then, we've been the best of sisters.

Moving on, did you hear about the Bonebells? They have a new reality TV show, and it's called Bonebell Palace. It's about the Bonebell family: Troy, their dad, who was/is conviently friends with my dad, Mona, their mom, whose name isn't the most pleasant, but it'll do, and their twin daughters, Lissie and Lottie. Lissie and Lottie were my best friends when we stayed in Scotland for a few months. Ehh.. you probably don't know about the show, it's a European thing.

Oh, so back to Liverpool. What was I gonna say? Oh, yes.. now I remember. It's coming to me.. I was going to say that there is no pool filled with liver in Liverpool. Why would they even call it 'Liverpool' if there's not gonna be any pool of liver? Maybe we should tell authorities to change the name of it.

Ciao for now, Olivia.