Your voice is like a combination of Fergie and Jesus

So last night, I had pizza. And it almost made me barf. I did not have multiple champagne fruit bowls, so don't blame it on that. If you joke about that when I speak too you I will be disappointed 'cause a young-person-drinking-elbow-nudge type of joke gets old real quick. Only I hold the right to make that joke. And don't take this the wrong way but I have a good tolerance for alcohol...Shout out to Taylor Fance 'cause it's a wildly suggestive and inappropriate place to do so!!! Ha.

Explored Rome some more with a walking tour for my class Barons, Popes and Patrons. Ended it with the Parthenon, 118- 125CE I believe? During the Medieval period lots of ancient buildings were destroyed to utilize the materials for other purposes but the Parthenon was saved because the medieval people decided to just use the building as a church. The top of the dome is made of cement that gradually becomes thin the closer it comes to the oculus (the circle letting the sun in) and you can see in the picture of the wall how impressive the architecture is because it the niches, columns and such allow the weight of the cement to funnel through the building rather than just apply pressure until the walls collapse.

I'm a white boy but my neck is red

Today, I put champagne in my fruit bowl. Shout out to mom and dad!

These are the cool Italian babies I saw in the Trastevere area of Rome.

One Shot, Two Shot

I finally figured out the freakin' internet here. And now all of my editing options for the blog are in Italian. @)$*)*$#Q&!!!!

Trying to get over here was dumb. I say that because my original connection was in Madrid but since there are so many strikes my connection was changed to London. After I was shuffled onto a bus by Hagrid, I went to the correct terminal for my next flight only to find out it was cancelled. I was put on a flight with apparently only 3 seats left. Then that flight was delayed. Dumb.


*I'm just gonna mention some extra bitching here cause my last connection had two screaming babies and my seat was in the last row so I couldn't nap with a reclined seat. I was also right where the bathroom and stewardess area was so there lots of door slamming and gossip. I pulled the tray out, put a blanket on my head and passed the F out. I am proud of myself.

So I am officially staying at the convent. No drinks in my room allowed and its just immoral to have boys over. My bathroom also has a slight scent of horse barn and I cannot figure out why...Otherwise, I have the sweetest room. It's actually twice the size of the rooms everyone else has but actually the size of a single at OXY. I can't imagine having anything smaller.

Also, the shower head is just in the middle of the bathroom. There is no separation but thank god I have a spacious bathroom or I would actually be grossed out.

So let me explain. I went on a tour just this morning and these are the first few things I saw. This lady on the old-person-mobile made me laugh so hard. There are no signals here, all the cars just fight to get in and out, and this lady had the balls to cross traffic and stop the cars. One almost ran her over and she just kept barging through.

While this was happening, to my right were these dudes dressed in Party City style Roman Soldier costumes with fake mini-swords. Pretty hilarious.

I took more pictures but I will upload them later when I can actually give correct info on the pieces.

Yippie kay yay mother f*cker

Originally, I was going to copy and paste some "Leaving on a Jet Plane" lyrics and then make a joke but I discovered it's not possible...because the song is incredibly sad...which would've just made this introduction so awkward for us, you know?

Only a few hours ago I finished packing. Wow. I hate it. I barely managed to choose personal necessities that all together weigh under 50 Ibs. I envy dudes or simple girls (shout out to Madhvi) who just say "whatever covers it" and throw a modest amount of clothes in their bag.

So tonight's my last night in STL and I will spend it with a celebratory routine of snuggling in bed with my laptop trying to find something funny, choose a ghost show instead, and then unsuccessfully try and sleep with a bright lamp on. I can't help it, I was Born This Way...

Then tomorrow evening the rents and I trek to Chicago. We've got a nice ride, have you heard of Slightly Damaged Dodge Caravan Because Your Youngest Didn't See That Column Of Cement While Backing Out? Top of the line. I will probably spend the entire ride trying to nap but then suddenly wake because I am choking on my own spit (that only happens it that car, it's odd...) or mindlessly looking out the window, ignoring the farmer's fields and his creepy abandoned barns, because I am too busy daydreaming about my romantic encounter with Ewan McGregor or that one dude from Grey's Anatomy.

Oh man. Then I get dropped off at the airport the next day and it's off to Rome! I know this sounds really mushy, but I think I will miss home. I guess. (sarcasm)