Sunday, May 29, 2011

THINGS ITALIANS LOVE

This weekend in Verona I learned that Italians are super into: 


1) The Simpsons (all boys seem to be required to wear "Duff Beer" shirts by some sort of law) 


2) Gary Coleman (many weird shirts with his baby face on them) 


and 3) HARD ROCK CAFE (I think everyone in Europe owns a HRC t-shirt and is VERY proud to wear it out on the street) 


Also, on the shirt front, Italians have the weirdest phrase t-shirts.  Examples include: "Don't worry be zappy," "If music is too loud, your too old," and "glamour victim."  

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

SCHOOL

We learned this yesterday in class.  We learned Indian dancing today.  We are taking a class field trip to Venice in 2 weeks.  School in Florence is the worst.  


P.S. Aren't we master lifters?

Monday, May 23, 2011

DA FLORENCE SHORE

First things first.  I saw the cast of "The Jersey Shore" TWICE today.  Snooki is a tiny, tiny, baby creature.  I was standing right next to her and almost reached out and touched her because I couldn't believe she was human and not a mythical tan fairy.  Pauly D looked a little sad to be in Italy.  Hopefully I'll befriend him and teach him the ways of Italy (Eat gelato all the time).  He can even come hang out in the villa.  Oh yeah, I'm living in a villa for the next 5 weeks.  Thanks, NYU.  You are actually doing something right.


Villa Natalia, itself


The View from My Window


Keepin it classy up in Florence! Also, I ate blue cheese pizza for dinner today.  I think I've finally found a country that understands me.

Friday, May 20, 2011

THE ULTIMATE

As a side note, I would like to be this lady when I grow up.  


Truly, have you seen anything classier?  The hand, the bloomers, that smile...YOU GO GET 'EM CRYSTAL.  SHINE ON, MY MONKEY PRINCESS.  

THE FINAL COUNTDOWN


In the words of the late, great Destiny's Child, "It's just emotion taking me over,
caught up in sorrow, lost in the song."  I'm pretty sure we aren't talking about the same thing as Beyonce sure as hell does not pack her own clothes into suitcases, but the sentiment still counts.  My emotions are all over the place, jumbled into a ball of stress, panic, and self deprecation (that's always there).  

Moving items into storage is the bane of my existence.  I'm sure Beyonce doesn't need storage, she just buys a house and keeps fur coats and tiny exotic animals there.  I'm so distracted by packing the massive amounts of useless things I own (I have a costume box...Am I 4 years old? That's life's biggest question) I keep forgetting that I'm packing to actually go somewhere.  And that somewhere happens to be Florence, Italy.  From the attached picture above you will see I feel shocked, angry, terrified, and excited, among other things.  Hopefully, I can upload a picture like this in a few days...



And if I do upload a picture like this, please call a hospital immediately because I've surely had a mental breakdown and finally need to be institutionalized.