The Chronicles of a Blonde Italian

Have you ever been interviewed? Nerve racking.  Isn’t it true that you’re knowledgeable on a subject until someone interviews you? Then suddenly your once bursting brain is vacuous, your palms are sweating & you’re reduced to a bubbling child with the makings of a stutter you never knew you had. In preparation, you come up with all these great wisdoms & funny one liners you’re going to immortalize. They sound great in your head but the second they pass your lips you regret it. Case in point: senior year book quote– “writing music is engraved on my heart”. If I could take that back, I would a thousand times over. It’s too esoteric. It’s something a an important composer like Irving Berlin would say. Not an 18 year old from Virginia tinkling the keys in a practice room filled with sound proofing cotton & an out of tune piano. Nonetheless, I said it. No biggie. It’s just another inconvenient stain on my dignity.

There is, however, an interview on record that I remember fondly & without too many foul ups. It happened in college when our SAI pledges were made to interview us. Of the hundred questions asked me that semester, two stick out in my mind: Where do you see yourself in 10 years? And if there was a movie made about you what would it be called? As it stands, the vision of myself in 10 years remains the same, only I’d like to tack on three years, seeing as how it seems I’m about to start over. But I remember distinctly the answer to the latter question. My movie would be called: The Chronicles of a Blonde Italian.

A blog may not be a movie but when I decided to put pen to paper [fingers to keyboard] & write my diary out loud, I could not think of a better blog name. Chronicles is a word I aspire too. It implies adventure, mass experience. Your basic bullet point list of everything you do made slightly more interesting by its elevated nature in vocabulary. Blonde – if you’ve seen me, you know. Let’s not talk about what happens when I have kids & my roots get too dark to color “naturally”. Italian – One word. Awesome. You get to eat, drink, be merry, jolly & loud & still genuflect on Sunday mornings with the good Catholics of the world & be forgiven.*

So I am beginning. I have no idea what will come. Most likely a plethora of blather with a dash of substance thrown in.  So if you’re bored with a computer & nothing to read, you can visit my blog. I may or may not be able to entertain you. Good luck with that.

Ciao,

CBI

*To my Family: I’m just kidding about the genuflecting thing. Poetic license, if you will. You guys are all really inspirational Christians & probably have very little that needs to be forgiven. I, on the other hand, am still working on that. Bare with me? Te Amo.