so last night amanda, sasha, schmeggles and i wanted to check out this bar called trinity college. it is an irish pub and apparently it is legit. before we went, i made bomb ass bruschetta and caprese salad, and sasha made her homemade chicken soup. bomb ass dinner. we finished the economy sized bottle of wine and another and then we andiamoed that bitch to the bar. on the way to the bar, we passed by the amazing trevi fountain. we walked past this truck that was open and full of fruit... i looked left, i looked right, and i didnt see a soul in sight ( i swear to god i didnt mean to make that rhyme)... so basically i went inside the van and stole a bunch of strawberries and we all booked it for the bar. a nice little snack..
the bar was the italian scholars. so many italians... goodlooking ones and not creepy. i really want to go back to that place.
today i was walking down the street and saw those two twins that were dancing their faces off at Gilda... well, like fucking weirdos, they were dressed exactly alike AGAIN, holding hands, as if they had been cloned. it was the weirdest shit ive ever seen. they had the same haircut and color... both wearing the same grey shirt, ,leggings, white jacket, same handbags, same shoes in different colors. everyone was laughing at them. muwahahaha. thats what you get for being a weirdo...
bought a new bag today. full leather. not like you care. so im going to go.
ciao ciao
vaffanculo
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
irish jigging, petrified bodies and chairlifts
thursday night was Saint Patricks Day so of COURSE we went to scholars irish pub. Caity Shelby and I got green guinesses and tried to fight through the crowds of the bar. As the night went on, Caity and i went into the room with the one man band on the guitar singing irish songs and started dancing with this really super drunk guy who was from dublin. He taught us how to irish jig, well kind of and was dancing with us for a half hour. Caity and I ditched the lad and started to irish jig on our own. We had a circle of ten people surrounding us and clapping along with the irish songs while watching us "dance". A man came up to me and asked me if i could teach his girlfriend how to jig, while a couple of others asked us if we were from ireland. granted, i just dyed my hair so i do look irish, dark hair and blue eyes, but we couldnt keep up with the lie and said we were from america.hahahaha hilarious though that we could bullshit that much. we danced the entire night, the band was rockin and it was probably the best st pattys ive had.
friday morning we left for naples and pompei. we arrived at pompei, had pizza which was nothing to rave about and went into the archeological site. it was legit. it is so cool that there used to be a huge town there back in the day... and then it was all shot to shit when vesuvius erupted. there were petrified bodies which were really cool... we checked into the hotel and went out for dinner. as always the food was amazing- we hung out with everyone getting drunk on the porch (minus me) as i was tired and we had to wake early the next day.
on saturday morning we headed for the bus and took the bus to the harbor where we would get the ferry to Capri... well. uh. the boat was huge, but the ride was rough. every single person... well almost everyone vomited because the waves were tooo big. kim puked 6 times!! i didnt though. i was sitting next to joe trying to sleep and all of a sudden his breathing is heaver... and i look over and he is in a deep sweat. hahahaha he ran to the back of the boat but didnt vom. champ. capri was one of the most beautiful places i have ever been. i fulfilled one of the things on my bucket list: to touch water so blue that it shines. look that the picture to see what i mean. we headed up the island to the town of anacapri at the top and walked around. we met antonio viva who is famous for making beautiful sandals custom fit to your foot right in front of you, we grabbed lunch, did a little shopping and headed to the chairlift. this charlift was INSANE. its a wooden one person seat that you sit in while it takes you up to the highest point of Capri... it was about 13 minnutes and the view of mt vesuvius as well as the town was amazing. ive never seen anything more beautiful. when we got to the top, the view was even more beautiful. there was sea for miles, beautiful rocks and the beautiful amalfi coast.ugh i want to go back. after taking a million photos and having a photoshoot on top of the mountain we made our way back down to meet the group. apparently Ben, andrew, Steve, Raul (from Romania) and a couple of others rented vespas to go around the island and were screaming Mi Scusi at the top of their lungs for two hours while riding hahahaha. theyre crazy.we went out for dinner on saturday night and had the most lesbian butch waitress ever... we ordered this pizza that was a meter long. and fucking demolished the entire thing between seven people. i ordered pasta
with mussels and clams which was amazing... duh its the mediterranean! while we were leaving the waitress decided to hug and kiss melissa. fucking weird... we booked it out of there realll quick. haha
sunday- today, we went to this boring archeological museum and the entire time i thought i smelled like homeless man's pee, i was trying to smell my clothes, leggings, shoes everything until i realized it wasnt me but the landyard i was wearing for the tour. wtf. gross... afterwards amanda and i went on a little date and had the BEST napoli pizza EVER... napoli (naples) is known for its pizza... and being a shithole. honestly it is the dirtiest town i have ever seen. the slums outside the city are as bad as if not worse than harlem.... gross.
after lunch we took the bus to mt vesuvius- the active volcano that last erupted in 1945. we climbed to the very top and looked inside the crater. the view over italy was amazing... and the volcano was even more interesting. steam was coming out from the rocks as it is still active. the walk up the mountain was aweful... i am so out of shape its unreall.
on the way home on the bus, the bus kept breaking down. it was bullshit. but now im home, going out, and coming back to schleeeep.. love you all
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
fragolina, 16 year olds in hotpants, fitting in
monday i had my midterm in italian mafia. i aced that shit... no really i got it back today and i got an a-. HOLLA. monday night the girls and i thought it would be an amazing idea to take our food stamps and to go out to dinner. we passed by this restaurant by the pantheon that has this special fifteen euro sexy strawberry wine. we ordered a shit ton of food, pizza, pasta, bruschetta, lobster, the works.. the waitstaff was loving on amanda and sasha and again im left out. NOBODY LOVES ME. bleh... soo after we had about two litres of wine split between four of us, our waiter brings us this "sexy" strawberry sparkling wine, for free. we finish it, we shoot the shit and close the restaurant, oh but wait. he brings out ANOTHER bottle. so we keep shooting the shit. its probably 1030 at this point, we've been there 2 hours. we think we're done but no ROMEO... no joke this guy's name was romeo, sent us another bottle of wine and said " bella bella bella". he brings his vespa into the restaurant and we all take pictures on it... after 5/6 bottles of wine later we were feeling good. the waiter and romeo came with amanda and i to campo di fiore at the drunken ship... had a great time with the italians who were 28 and maybe 36.. hey! age is only but a number... went back to the boys after and i ended up hanging out with ryan later in the night.
tuesday: nothing exciting happened... seriously went to school. came home and took a nap even though it was 65 degrees out i was so fatigued. Beatrice came to our house to take the readings for the mid semester electric cost and told us we were spending too much. we got freaked out and when she left, she knocked on our door 3 minutes later and realized she forgot to divide hahaha. we're good. i made dinner for kim and i last night, obviously ate tooo much like always.. i met up with ben andrew and alex tessa and lauren and we went to this bar called studio 18... it was ladies night so shots were 2 euro. well. i think we realized why it was called studio 18 when we got there, everyone was under 18. good bar pick alex... seriously, tessa asked how old someone was and he said 18, darted his eyes like he was lying and ran away... i looked around, some of the kids had braces, as well as this girl dancing on the bar in shiny hotpants.. weird. we had to leave and went to scholars where i cut my hand open on this piece of glass sitting on the table and had the bouncer/runner guy help me disinfect. it was disgusting. hahah GOOD NIGHT
today i had class, we went to the parliament building for the mafia class. we saw how parliament worked, watched them all vote and realized that the members were talking about the camorra and cosa nostra mafias. the government tries to hide murders and the member called the government out on it. it was really interesting.. we also had this guest lecturer in my art class, a world renowned historian came to speak to us about greek art. it was really interesting.
in other news, i have a fever and im going to bed. nighty.
buonanotte
tuesday: nothing exciting happened... seriously went to school. came home and took a nap even though it was 65 degrees out i was so fatigued. Beatrice came to our house to take the readings for the mid semester electric cost and told us we were spending too much. we got freaked out and when she left, she knocked on our door 3 minutes later and realized she forgot to divide hahaha. we're good. i made dinner for kim and i last night, obviously ate tooo much like always.. i met up with ben andrew and alex tessa and lauren and we went to this bar called studio 18... it was ladies night so shots were 2 euro. well. i think we realized why it was called studio 18 when we got there, everyone was under 18. good bar pick alex... seriously, tessa asked how old someone was and he said 18, darted his eyes like he was lying and ran away... i looked around, some of the kids had braces, as well as this girl dancing on the bar in shiny hotpants.. weird. we had to leave and went to scholars where i cut my hand open on this piece of glass sitting on the table and had the bouncer/runner guy help me disinfect. it was disgusting. hahah GOOD NIGHT
today i had class, we went to the parliament building for the mafia class. we saw how parliament worked, watched them all vote and realized that the members were talking about the camorra and cosa nostra mafias. the government tries to hide murders and the member called the government out on it. it was really interesting.. we also had this guest lecturer in my art class, a world renowned historian came to speak to us about greek art. it was really interesting.
in other news, i have a fever and im going to bed. nighty.
buonanotte
Sunday, March 13, 2011
m.i.a. broken plates and eurotrash
ive been missing for maybe a week. i have no idea what the hell has been going. its like my memory has gotten shot to shit.
basically my days are. wake up. eat the crack cereal i bought. (seriously the special K chocolate here is amazing. instead of those chocolate cubes, they are shaved DARK CHOCOLATE pieces). every bite you want more so we named it the crack cereal. muwahaha. ok so i eat, go to school. eat again. walk around and explore rome, maybe do some laundry and hang it to dry because they dont have dryers here. and then eat again and drink and go to bars.
monday night i went to garvz apartment and made a home cooked meal with her roomate and her. it was awesome, we studied and ate. ahh,
tuesday was fat tuesday and garvz and i decided it would be an amazing idea to drink wine, make a home cooked meal and go out. we pregamed with two bottles of wine. uhm yeah. cool. went to trastevere, and while we walked there we met some man from madrid who i gave SHIT directions to. i think i led him to termini but i have NO idea... ended up at this bar called stairs, no one was there. kind of remember. and then we went to this bar that everyone raves about called DJ bar. eh i mean it was ok but caity and i werent in a good state so it wasnt too fun. however, our friend alex kept making it rain and buying us tequila shots. BLEH. i shoved garvey and my ass into a cab and went home- atee the rest of my stale pasta and apparently broke a plate trying to eat it .i wake up in the morning and i asked kim why there was a plate broken... hahahahahah
ALSO on tuesday was the women's festival. every woman got in free to museums and shit, so tessa and i went into the colosseum, pretended we were tour guides and tried to sell ourselves to americans and british to give tours. we made up this ridiculous story that anyone would have bought... i think we should go into business.
woke up feeling like SHIT on wednesday. but obviously i woke up and did it all again. but i think i stayed in and studied. i have no idea what i did that night.. god damnit. bleh. i walked home from school that day and a cab almost ran me over... honestly kim and i almost died. men were yelling in my face and shit.
thursday night caity and i pregamed at the boy's apartment and played zoomay zoomay. i obviously won even though ive never played before. it was the best pregame game ever. i felt good. we went to dj bar and there was this special shuttle that takes you to the club akab... we missed the shuttle. went into a cab to testaccio ( the area with all the nightclubs)... and ended up in this club called coyote. caity was miss drunky and we pretended to fake fight in the cab. she lifted her leg up too high and kicked me in the forehead. my head is still tender... some italian men tried to have a conversation with me, broken english, broken italian. offered me a ride home i was like UHM NO THANK YOU. got in a cab and went home.when we got home we decided to make pesto pasta while caity fell asleep and passed out on my kitchen floor eating biscotti and nutella .. "i dont even like nutella but this is good". she took these disgusting chocolate muffins and burned them on the stove and ate them. hahahahahha crazy bitch.
friday: went to the perfect bun for lunch... had a great cure for the hangover.. walked around rome, shooted the shit. caity and i got dressed in our finest and decided we were going to meet up with her aunt kathy and uncle john for dinner at la ramba, a really nice restaurant by the spanish steps. before we met them we went to this cafe to get an espresso, we knew it was going to be a long night. 830 espresso hahaha. caity pours the entire thing of sugar into her espresso... the guy thinks we are legit retarded and pours her another espresso. he was def hitting on caity though. hahaha. we go out to dinner with kathy and john- they were hilarious i wish they were in my family. we had a nice lengthy 2 hour dinner... talked about everything, bought us wine, bought me dinner. everything. afterwards caity and i split a bottle on the spanish steps.. drinking vodka and poor people juice on the spanish steps and then some swedish guys come up to us and go. we are swedish YA? do youah know vere zis club is Gilda? we told them we were going to the same place and we would meet them but to go ahead hahaha. we had the bottle of vodka, and hid it in a bush outside a hotel next to gilda to be picked up after clubbing. we had no reservation but told them the names erin's friends who had a table... totally mooched off their reservation... got in, no cover charge and danced the night away at this swanky italian club. it was amazing
saturday: we went to the catacombs... they buried 500.000 people underground in different layers. they dug into volcanic rock and carved out slots to bury people and their possessions. it was the creepiest scariest place i think ive ever been to. to imagine all these people dying in the colosseum from the lions, christians being persecuted etc and being buried underneath rome. the catacomb was 12 square miles...it was creepy, dark but totally interesting. granted, there are no bones left except for two skeletons. the barbarians had sweeped all the bones from the tombs to take the possessions... while restoring it people put the bones back in different slots. .. in 1980's they removed the bones and have them locked up behind closed doorrs. grossss.
saturday night caity and i got into this weird funk. however KIM was out, and all three of us went to the club Babel. this swanky swanky night club that everyone who is anyone goes to. they have dancers in gold dancing on the table, poles, etc. you have to be well dressed in order to get in. i had to drop alfredos name at the door, who the fuck knows who alfredo is and we danced FOREVER... it was so much fun. and we were sober... had the greatest time. babel however houses the most eurotrash ive ever seen. italian women are mean as shit, and totally rude.
sunday: went to trastevere and studied for my midterm alll day at this internet cafe while watching the roma lazio game and cheering with fellow italians. love my life.
basically my days are. wake up. eat the crack cereal i bought. (seriously the special K chocolate here is amazing. instead of those chocolate cubes, they are shaved DARK CHOCOLATE pieces). every bite you want more so we named it the crack cereal. muwahaha. ok so i eat, go to school. eat again. walk around and explore rome, maybe do some laundry and hang it to dry because they dont have dryers here. and then eat again and drink and go to bars.
monday night i went to garvz apartment and made a home cooked meal with her roomate and her. it was awesome, we studied and ate. ahh,
tuesday was fat tuesday and garvz and i decided it would be an amazing idea to drink wine, make a home cooked meal and go out. we pregamed with two bottles of wine. uhm yeah. cool. went to trastevere, and while we walked there we met some man from madrid who i gave SHIT directions to. i think i led him to termini but i have NO idea... ended up at this bar called stairs, no one was there. kind of remember. and then we went to this bar that everyone raves about called DJ bar. eh i mean it was ok but caity and i werent in a good state so it wasnt too fun. however, our friend alex kept making it rain and buying us tequila shots. BLEH. i shoved garvey and my ass into a cab and went home- atee the rest of my stale pasta and apparently broke a plate trying to eat it .i wake up in the morning and i asked kim why there was a plate broken... hahahahahah
ALSO on tuesday was the women's festival. every woman got in free to museums and shit, so tessa and i went into the colosseum, pretended we were tour guides and tried to sell ourselves to americans and british to give tours. we made up this ridiculous story that anyone would have bought... i think we should go into business.
woke up feeling like SHIT on wednesday. but obviously i woke up and did it all again. but i think i stayed in and studied. i have no idea what i did that night.. god damnit. bleh. i walked home from school that day and a cab almost ran me over... honestly kim and i almost died. men were yelling in my face and shit.
thursday night caity and i pregamed at the boy's apartment and played zoomay zoomay. i obviously won even though ive never played before. it was the best pregame game ever. i felt good. we went to dj bar and there was this special shuttle that takes you to the club akab... we missed the shuttle. went into a cab to testaccio ( the area with all the nightclubs)... and ended up in this club called coyote. caity was miss drunky and we pretended to fake fight in the cab. she lifted her leg up too high and kicked me in the forehead. my head is still tender... some italian men tried to have a conversation with me, broken english, broken italian. offered me a ride home i was like UHM NO THANK YOU. got in a cab and went home.when we got home we decided to make pesto pasta while caity fell asleep and passed out on my kitchen floor eating biscotti and nutella .. "i dont even like nutella but this is good". she took these disgusting chocolate muffins and burned them on the stove and ate them. hahahahahha crazy bitch.
friday: went to the perfect bun for lunch... had a great cure for the hangover.. walked around rome, shooted the shit. caity and i got dressed in our finest and decided we were going to meet up with her aunt kathy and uncle john for dinner at la ramba, a really nice restaurant by the spanish steps. before we met them we went to this cafe to get an espresso, we knew it was going to be a long night. 830 espresso hahaha. caity pours the entire thing of sugar into her espresso... the guy thinks we are legit retarded and pours her another espresso. he was def hitting on caity though. hahaha. we go out to dinner with kathy and john- they were hilarious i wish they were in my family. we had a nice lengthy 2 hour dinner... talked about everything, bought us wine, bought me dinner. everything. afterwards caity and i split a bottle on the spanish steps.. drinking vodka and poor people juice on the spanish steps and then some swedish guys come up to us and go. we are swedish YA? do youah know vere zis club is Gilda? we told them we were going to the same place and we would meet them but to go ahead hahaha. we had the bottle of vodka, and hid it in a bush outside a hotel next to gilda to be picked up after clubbing. we had no reservation but told them the names erin's friends who had a table... totally mooched off their reservation... got in, no cover charge and danced the night away at this swanky italian club. it was amazing
saturday: we went to the catacombs... they buried 500.000 people underground in different layers. they dug into volcanic rock and carved out slots to bury people and their possessions. it was the creepiest scariest place i think ive ever been to. to imagine all these people dying in the colosseum from the lions, christians being persecuted etc and being buried underneath rome. the catacomb was 12 square miles...it was creepy, dark but totally interesting. granted, there are no bones left except for two skeletons. the barbarians had sweeped all the bones from the tombs to take the possessions... while restoring it people put the bones back in different slots. .. in 1980's they removed the bones and have them locked up behind closed doorrs. grossss.
saturday night caity and i got into this weird funk. however KIM was out, and all three of us went to the club Babel. this swanky swanky night club that everyone who is anyone goes to. they have dancers in gold dancing on the table, poles, etc. you have to be well dressed in order to get in. i had to drop alfredos name at the door, who the fuck knows who alfredo is and we danced FOREVER... it was so much fun. and we were sober... had the greatest time. babel however houses the most eurotrash ive ever seen. italian women are mean as shit, and totally rude.
sunday: went to trastevere and studied for my midterm alll day at this internet cafe while watching the roma lazio game and cheering with fellow italians. love my life.
Monday, March 7, 2011
i need to stop going to scholars, blood and phillipinos
i need to stop going to that bar. BUT ITS LITERALLY A 2 MINUTE WALK FROM MY HOUSE.
whatver, dont judge. if you went you would understand.
did carbombs with shelby jeff and sean. i won.. god knows how. maybe it was the fact that i thought that it was going to curdle and i got grossed out so i drank quickly.
nothing really has been going on- the cab drivers drive really crazily here, i was walking across the street and almost got hit by a cab....
friday afternoon, didnt do shit. seriously stayed in my bed and watched gossip girl ALL day. im an asshole, granted it was raining/pouring so noone wanted to go out and do anything anyway.
we went out to dinner with amanda and sasha and then went to the boys house to get a bag...
on the way to the boys i was walking by a car and my leg hit their front license plate- it ripped all the way off and shattered on the ground. I FUCKING BOOKED IT. i didnt want to be arrested in italy. no way. not eva...
on saturday morning we woke up early to walk to termini station to go to the hot baths of rome. we took a tour around piazza farnese and saw the frescoes in the building. it was beautiful. we left to go to the hot sulfur baths and got lost so we got there kind of late... we stripped down, puutt our bathing suits on and got into the biggest hot tub ive ever been in. when i was in there i felt like i was swimming in a pot of hard boiled eggs. that is what it smelled like... but apparently it is really good for your skin... baby soft after that.
saturday night, we had the best intentions to go to trastevere and to try out a few new bars. obviously we didnt make it there becasue our pregame lasted until 1230 and the tram stopped at 12.. we're idiots. Sasha toni melissa dominic and ken and i went to campo di fiore. i thought it was going to be a good night.. we were fucking wrong.
we walk from sloppy sams and go towards piazza navona, these phillipino kids asked us if we had a cig and we all said no. they followed us for 4 blocks and kept asking us if we had cigs and we kept saying no. i trailed behind because i knew something was going to go wrong. all of a sudden BAM. ken gets hit by this huge kid for no reason and then 4 more guys jump hhim. i called 113 without thinking and asked the police to get there asap. they came within 5 minutes and i had to get someone to translate for me what happened and what the kids looked like. ken went home, they told him too, he was all bloody. polizia left and as we were walking home they actually caught the mother fuckers. iw ent back up to the police and told them that those kids were the ones that beat up our friend. They told me they couldnt do anythin without ken there but they were the ones who sent him home because they thought they werent going to catch the kids even though they had a good idea who did it.
FUCKING RETARDED.
we saw tem getting arrested and walked home with these italian guys that were really funny.
crazy asss night.
sunday shelby and i went to villa borghese and walked around the park. on the way, there were carneval celebrations and every kid and parent was dressed in costume. kids we're wildin out in the park on go carts, there were segway tours, and people dressed in sushi costumes. there were horse parades, lots of horseshit which i stepped in and tons of hot italian men out. goood day.
took tons of pictures with my camera that i sat on. oh well
whatver, dont judge. if you went you would understand.
did carbombs with shelby jeff and sean. i won.. god knows how. maybe it was the fact that i thought that it was going to curdle and i got grossed out so i drank quickly.
nothing really has been going on- the cab drivers drive really crazily here, i was walking across the street and almost got hit by a cab....
friday afternoon, didnt do shit. seriously stayed in my bed and watched gossip girl ALL day. im an asshole, granted it was raining/pouring so noone wanted to go out and do anything anyway.
we went out to dinner with amanda and sasha and then went to the boys house to get a bag...
on the way to the boys i was walking by a car and my leg hit their front license plate- it ripped all the way off and shattered on the ground. I FUCKING BOOKED IT. i didnt want to be arrested in italy. no way. not eva...
on saturday morning we woke up early to walk to termini station to go to the hot baths of rome. we took a tour around piazza farnese and saw the frescoes in the building. it was beautiful. we left to go to the hot sulfur baths and got lost so we got there kind of late... we stripped down, puutt our bathing suits on and got into the biggest hot tub ive ever been in. when i was in there i felt like i was swimming in a pot of hard boiled eggs. that is what it smelled like... but apparently it is really good for your skin... baby soft after that.
saturday night, we had the best intentions to go to trastevere and to try out a few new bars. obviously we didnt make it there becasue our pregame lasted until 1230 and the tram stopped at 12.. we're idiots. Sasha toni melissa dominic and ken and i went to campo di fiore. i thought it was going to be a good night.. we were fucking wrong.
we walk from sloppy sams and go towards piazza navona, these phillipino kids asked us if we had a cig and we all said no. they followed us for 4 blocks and kept asking us if we had cigs and we kept saying no. i trailed behind because i knew something was going to go wrong. all of a sudden BAM. ken gets hit by this huge kid for no reason and then 4 more guys jump hhim. i called 113 without thinking and asked the police to get there asap. they came within 5 minutes and i had to get someone to translate for me what happened and what the kids looked like. ken went home, they told him too, he was all bloody. polizia left and as we were walking home they actually caught the mother fuckers. iw ent back up to the police and told them that those kids were the ones that beat up our friend. They told me they couldnt do anythin without ken there but they were the ones who sent him home because they thought they werent going to catch the kids even though they had a good idea who did it.
FUCKING RETARDED.
we saw tem getting arrested and walked home with these italian guys that were really funny.
crazy asss night.
sunday shelby and i went to villa borghese and walked around the park. on the way, there were carneval celebrations and every kid and parent was dressed in costume. kids we're wildin out in the park on go carts, there were segway tours, and people dressed in sushi costumes. there were horse parades, lots of horseshit which i stepped in and tons of hot italian men out. goood day.
took tons of pictures with my camera that i sat on. oh well
Thursday, March 3, 2011
scholars, scholars, scholars PUKE!
monday night- decided to go to the merrimack boys apartment ALONE to play cards and drink wine. they taught me palace- and i ended up beating them at their own game.. thats what you get bitch.
we went to scholars, met up with our entire program and then i left.
boring
tuesday night: decided to go to the merrimack boys apartment, this time with sasha and amanda and they bought me a litre and a half of wine. a huge ass bottle. housed most of it, put on some michael jackson, did the dances from the video game and went to scholars. apparently i was at scholars with all of my friends and decided to leave and on the way home i vomited on the cobblestone streets. SUCCESS= puking in a foreign country. holllaaa right outside my apartment.
wednesday in class i was in AGONY- i felt like shit all day, had five different lunches and still felt awful. had a calzone,. but rallied and met up with GARVEY after class! my umbrella got shot to shit, basically holding up a piece of fabric on a stick over my head. looked like a wet dog when i met her for coffee. she came to my apartment, we caught up on life and went to cavour 313 wine bar for dinner.
caity and i went to scholars AGAIN- it was the closest thing, soccer was on and it was pouring. we made friends with these three italian guys from calabria and had the funniest, most broken english/italian conversation ever.
we talked about berlusconi, where we were from and basically everything i could say in italian. hahahaha apparently this guy is a police officer. he came up to me and said "are you from miami" im like uh no? weirdos here. whatever.
probs goign out with garvs toinght, not sure.
kbye
we went to scholars, met up with our entire program and then i left.
boring
tuesday night: decided to go to the merrimack boys apartment, this time with sasha and amanda and they bought me a litre and a half of wine. a huge ass bottle. housed most of it, put on some michael jackson, did the dances from the video game and went to scholars. apparently i was at scholars with all of my friends and decided to leave and on the way home i vomited on the cobblestone streets. SUCCESS= puking in a foreign country. holllaaa right outside my apartment.
wednesday in class i was in AGONY- i felt like shit all day, had five different lunches and still felt awful. had a calzone,. but rallied and met up with GARVEY after class! my umbrella got shot to shit, basically holding up a piece of fabric on a stick over my head. looked like a wet dog when i met her for coffee. she came to my apartment, we caught up on life and went to cavour 313 wine bar for dinner.
caity and i went to scholars AGAIN- it was the closest thing, soccer was on and it was pouring. we made friends with these three italian guys from calabria and had the funniest, most broken english/italian conversation ever.
we talked about berlusconi, where we were from and basically everything i could say in italian. hahahaha apparently this guy is a police officer. he came up to me and said "are you from miami" im like uh no? weirdos here. whatever.
probs goign out with garvs toinght, not sure.
kbye
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
nice was nice after i blacked out
on saturday we went to carnaval in nice- i had the leftover bottle of champagne that i didnt even open, so i stole it from my frige and took it to the parade with me. amanda, alex wilson, matt sasha and i thought it would be a wonderful idea to drink on the beach in nice. amanda per usual tripped down the stairs and spilled her entire bottle on some black french guy- we were apologizing in french to him and his friends as well as him were laughing hysterically. hahaha. granted, we were a little tipsy from popping the bottle on the train- ive never experienced more mean mugs in my life than the french staredown we were getting on the train. they hate americans so much. note to self: never go back to france.SIDE NOTE: some creepy man came and sat with us on the beach while we drank, tried to drink our alcohol and tried to make friends with us. he was 50 years old, totally creep status
and was hilarious. i flip videoeed the entire conversation... he didnt speak one lick of english, and my french isnt too good so we had a hilarious conversation. (i legit thought i saw him tonight in rome on the street... seriously i did see him)
well- we all got wasted and went to the parade: i blacked out, apparently ate two crepes: a pomme (apple) crepe and most of my friend's nutella crepe. i came back stumbling to the room and fell asleep in my disgusting hostel bunk bed and was apparently speaking gibberish to my roomate. oh well.
we wake up and decide to start drinking again because mixed drinks at the hostel were 3.50. we go to carnvale parade at night and the thing is sold out.... BUT we get in for free because we are dressed up. well i wasnt, but i rubbed my furry bee headband in the police officers face and he ushered me in. the floats were amazing- biggest shit ive ever seen in my life... we had a silly string war, had french kids silly stringing us in the face as well as throwing confetti on us. haha. they know how to do it there. go look at my facebook pics if you dont believe me....the next day- we walked around nice, had the best most delicious lunch ive ever eaten- 20 euro got us rockfish soup, leg of lamb AND apple tart dessert. Hello 20 lbs... we shooted the shit for a couple of hours and decided it was time to go to the airport... and our flight was delayed an hour...
thought it would be a good idea to take a taxi back to our apartment- Marco told us NEVER to pay more than 40 euro for a cab. the driver tried to charge 60, then 50 so we screamed fuck you in his face and got out. the next driver we had let us pay him 40, but he drove 100 miles per hour. thought we were going to die. couldnt find his meter and thought he was going to kidnap us.. and he looked like the creep from nice... our luck couldnt get better. we had death grips going on in the backseat.
when i got out, i kissed the ground and cried and kim threw up. thats how intense it was....
but for now i have to sleep: more stories to tell from tonight and this past week.
ciao
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