monday- valentines day. ohh nooo. obviously didnt have one sooo we decided to drink our faces off. amanda sasha and i \went to the merrimack guys house and had an i hate valentines day drink off and then decided to go to this club called shari vari playhouse. per usual we didnt leave until 12 am to go to the club and everyone in my program was there. bobby and i are talking and he nudges me and asks if i know who andy dick is.. me: yeah you mean like that lame show on mtv the andy dick show? bobby: yeah hes standing right there. i look up and yepp there is andy dick on the balcony chillin and drinking a mixed drink with this biddie... well his hairflow is golden- and its super long, but he is super scary and looks the exact same as he does on tv... weird huh? every single italian guy and study abroad guy in that club was goodlooking i didnt want to leave. granted half of them were definitely 18- drinking age doesnt exist in italia. bahah.
tuesday: had class, went grocery shopping, bought some nutella, bread, eggs and yogurt, and of course pasta. duh.
last night was the welcome drink at school and because i am ainsley ashton i fucking missed it. whatever, i had other things to do,,, not. amanda sasha and i went to the vatican area and we went to check out ryans apartment-it was huge. there were two bathrooms, three bedrooms and a balcony. a HUGE balcony. we played white elephant- i fucking dominate that game and we also played kings. i suck. seriously suck at it. i dont know what is wrong with me- i guess i dont pay attention because i am always drinking. king of the ship rule was played last night and i never rowed once- always drinking for that. never ask me to play that stupid game. we went to scholars an irish pub down by school- for thsoe of you that go to pitt, its like pcaf... drinking karaoke dancing the usual. we stayed until 230 and headed home
wednesday: had class today- felt like shit. honestly thought i was going to vom all throughout class. had waves - you know what i mean. had to run home with kim after class in the pouring rain, smelled like wet dog, gagged off of my smell and then vomed in my apartment. VIA FRANGIPANE you have officially been christened.
had to rally because we had cooking class tonight. we walked to some italian man's apartment and learned how to cook chocolate mousse, rigatoni carbonara and grilled vegetables. i took it upon myself to clean all of the dishes so we didnt look like asshole americans, and it wasnt until i left that i realized that the guy had a dishwasher. seriously the dishes took forever- kill me.
we walked to the vatican to ryan;s apartment so i could pick up something that i left there the night before. the walk from campo di fiore wasnt bad, but the roomates told us we could take a bus back... as we were walking to the bus, some old man yelled at us and then decided to spit on kim. the shit people do here is legit ridiculous. i have never been catcalled so much in my entire life. i get "woowoo, mama, princess, blondie, barbie, hottie, mmmm, ciao" etc. but spitting on someone? weird
we get to the bus, wait ten minutes for it, get on what we think is the right bus and it obviously wasnt. it took us honestly 10 feet and dropped us off at some bus depot. we had to walk 25-30 minutes home. hellooo tight ass. had to stop and get gelato because i burned all those cals from dinner off. had the worst time ordering and every single time the old man laughs at me because im an american. wtf. cool. having the best time here though. im still in the honeymoon phase and i have a feeling soon im going to get homesick, but everything is ok right now. oi oi oi .. ok well im probably not going out tonight, im super tired, tired of voming and falling asleep writing this. hahahahah
ciao
ainsley
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