rain. food. mangia.

poured all day yesterday- finally let up around 3 when we finally rallied and got going. nothing is open on sundays because it is a holy day or whatever... fucking lame. even market central is open on sundays and all the sodexo workers have other shit to do like sell their crack. calvin ( mr. on time- kid is always late to everything. 1. almost missed the flight to pisa 2. came an hour late to dinner 3. missed orientation) yeah you get the point. he came with amanda, kim, sasha and i to the square to eat lunch. ive never stuffed myself so much, eaten so much food in my life. i would put up a picture but i am a retard (per-usual) and took pictures on my camera without a camera card in... uhh. k great. we all shared everything, had pesto pasta, egpplant and onion pizza, bruschetta, and caprese salad as well as tortellini. lunch came to 17 euro but it was worth everything. we did nothing all day yesterday, what pieces of shit we are.

we woke up at 730 this morning, language class started today. on the way to school we had an amazing view on the way. we kept telling ourselves "wow our lives are REALLY hard if we have to put up with this everyday", seriously, walking along the arno river every morning to class will never get old. Our classrooms are in the Eurocentres building across the river, only about a 30 minute walk. and guess who gets lost the first fucking day...? oh wait, yeah me. cool. my whole group got lost- we lost alll 133 kids. bahahaha TYPICAL.

"Mi chiamo ainsley, e tu?" was just some of what we learned today. we have a quiz on thursday.... way to jump the gun. awesome, not.  hahaa these girls just walked into the lobby and were attacked by a gypsy today. apparently she looked like a witch. ahhahah

by the way, i ate a pizza outside of the santa maria del fiore... dream come true.

quote of the day:

lei è una puttana

ciao

ainsley

la vita bella

guys, dont worry. im not dead.

the flight to london was amazing. we met some cool kids who were going on the prague program who sat next to kim and i on the flight. someone should have told me though that when you drink at 33.000 feet in the air that it goes straight to your head. needless to say, kim and i got sauced pretty quickly so we played drunk cards with roger (prague). some bitch got soo slammered on the plane and was making a scene- hahahaha. we landed and took a bus to our hotel. APPARENTLY it was a four star hotel... uhm yea- they LIED. this place was a total shithole. im rooming with a girl named danielle and we walk into our room which cant even fit a fat person- our beds are smooshed together. cool, not trying to spoon with this random girl i just met. that night we met these boys on our program and went to a bar in london called cheapskates- known for its .90p drinks. the bar owners son james was buying the GUYS...(weird) drinks all night long. this guy was nuts: former british soldier in the army eh whatever. next day we do a bus tour of london. of course kim doesnt go because she threw up ahahaha. bitch misses everything. she doesnt even exist on this trip. she slept through the welcome drink too. wtf? we saw the sights of london, went to the museums and came back and had dinner. the food in london SUCKS. everything thinks "oh fish n chips are good. ains are you on crack?" but nooo the food is rank. we went to a salsa club and drank with the boys.

we catch a flight to italy the next day- flying into pisa. whoever was the idiot to put every single study abroad kid (who has over 2 bags each) on the same flight was RETARDED. we couldnt take off because the luggage couldnt fit on the plane. muwahaha thank god mine came. we checked into  our hotel- beautiful! hardwood floors, drapes, granite bathroom, a bidet... everything you want. kim and my beds are smooshed together- im little spoon. we went out friday night (the night we get there) and go to red garter, a really fun bar with karaoke. italian men are skeezeballs, ive never had my ass grabbbed so many times. we met up with my friend ryan and kim and amanda go get drunk pizza (sorrentos aint got shit on this). ryan, his roomate greg and i go on a bar crawl and hit al the bars around santa maria del fiore. i was drunk, took one look at it and started crying. im such a fucking lame-o. ahahaha.

we had orientation yesterday which fucking blew. kim and i were supposed to meet in the lobby at nine and per usual we slept till 945 and were freaking out. we took a cab to palazzo borghese, this beautiful italian mansion where we were humiliated by our aifs leaders because we were late. they called us out and made us stand on top of a stage and talk to all 133 kids. WTF.. we made balloon towers and ate a fabulous lunch- pesto lasagne, chicken vegs and potatoes and tiramisu... HELLLO 30 lbs! we went out last night- amanda and i did a bus2alps bar crawl with kids on our program as well as ryan and greg... 11 euro got you an hour and a half of unlimiteed as well as a shot at every bar we went to. me being a fucking idiot wanted to leave this one club and go somewhere else... it started pouring, we got lost and everyone wanted to kill me. everyone blames me for everything...

i woke up this morning at 1pm. kill me. its pouring, but warm and im not sure if our tour is going to be cancelled. bleeeh. someone skype me sooon. im 6 hrs ahead!

quote of the day:
Vuoi fare sesso?


ciao
ainsley
la vita bella

more packing... and goofing off

while im gone, anyone who wants to come over to my house and get my boombox to bring back to pitt is welcome to.

packing is almost done. but im making my mom smell my sneakers to make sure theyre ok. shes surrounded.

24 hours!

Quote of the Day:

Sono cornea


ciao a domani!
ainsley
la vita bella

stressed the fuck out

i am so stressed out it is unreal. i have so much packing left- i need to pack gym clothes, my gym shoes, spray my shoes, pack jewelry, and instead im watching TRUE LIFE: i cant have sex. wow- just trying to pass the time until i leave for London on Tuesday! I am so stressed out that my chest and lungs hurt- maybe its from all the cigarettes i smoked this weekend in Kutztown.
Worst weekend ever- 1. got my hair stuck in Caitlins blowdryer and had to chop it off (not all of it. i dont look like a softball dyke). and 2. i burned my mouth making pasta and now it looks like i have a herpes cold sore on my face. WOW. when i meet my people on this trip they are legit going to think i am retarded.

 I swear to god these posts are going to be amazing. just keep checking and by friday, the ball will be rolling because i will be in FLORENCE!

Quote of the day:
succhiare il cazzo

ciao- fino a domani
ainsley
la vita bella

2.5 days and the countdown ends

packing is a nightmare. clothes are everywhere. i cannot believe that i am leaving in 2  days basically, tuesday cannot come soon enough. i promise you that the antics i partake in in italia will be posted and documented on here so keep reading for juicy details.

brynne got me this for christmas.

ive been learning new fun phrases and everytime i sign off i'll leave you with an italian quote from this book that you should google translate...

dove sta  la festa oggi?


ciao. ainsley
la vita bella