Ciao, regazzi!
Sorry it's been a little while, but nothing terribly exciting has been happening. Pretty much going to school hungover, feeling like crap all day, going home and taking siesta until dinner. And then eventually going back out to ensure that I feel like crap again the next day. Except yesterday we had to go to the Immigration station to declare our residency and it was actually the most outrageous thing I've ever witnessed. Italy has the most ridiculous bureaucracy you can possibly imagine. To illustrate: in order to take care of any business at this place you have to get a ticket between 7 and 9 AM. If you arrive after 9 AM you can't make an appointment to do anything. So you wait in line starting at like 6:30 to get a ticket. Then you wait to be called up to a window in the order that you received your ticket (I had A78). When you are called to a window you tell them what sort of business you have and then they give you ANOTHER TICKET for the department you need to deal with. Absurd. Needless to say the whole thing took 4 1/2 hours. I no longer have any question as to why nothing gets done in the country...However, I had to take passport pictures to give them, and that might have made the whole thing worth it. They are hilarious. I took them in the sort of photobooth that gay couples and 12-year-old girls go into and pose for a picture with a frame that says "2gether 4ever" or "little angles" in airbrush... You know what I'm talking about. And it caught me off guard so the pictures are hilarious. I look like a terrified alien with no chin.
Last night was my friend Marina's birthday. So a bunch of us took her out to dinner--at a Mexican restaurant, owned by a German man, in Italy. The food was no Colimas, but whatever, the Sangria was awesome. Dinner ended with shots of Patron, Anna bought a bottle of Jack Daniels and (sorry if you're reading this, Mom) I learned the verb "vomitare"... It was a lot of fun though. We shotgunned Italian beers in an alley, and a good time was had by all. Until this morning, when I thought I was going to vomitare again in class. Va bene.
So I'm laying low tonight, I think. No plans for the weekend yet. I can't believe I've been here for three weeks. Love and miss everyone!
terrified alien with no chin. so freaking classic. i'm laying by myself in my bed at 6:00pm with the tv on, but on mute, and i'm laughing convulsively. is that a word? either way, terrified alien with no chin is my new favorite thing...in the world. thank you.
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