I, The Hobbit of Destruction
I haven't really been online the past few days because of errands, studying, papers, and things of the like. I guess the best place to start is where I left off last time.
Tuesday after I logged off, I went back to the apartment to discover that several people were going to a boxing match held in one of the piazzas there. I was like "Dude! Totally awesome!" as those are the only words in my vocabulary. A local fight in Rome, how great is that? When we get there, there is NO ONE around and we get right at the very front (no seats -- seats are for wusses). We grab a few beers at a bar close by then wait for the fights to start. The fights are really interesting, and none turned out like I had expected. The guys who, before the fight, looked to be the worse fighter usually won. There was one match-up in particular where me and a friend, Taylor, bet a couple of drinks on it. It was really close from the beginning, but it seemed my guy came out on top at the end. Taylor practically conceded when the referee raised the other boxer's hand. Everyone's mouths dropped. I couldn't believe it. I still owe him those two drinks. In one of the next fights, one of the boxers was late. This was a lower weight-class, so I was saying jokingly that if he didn't come, I should jump in the ring. My roommate Matt then said, "In this corner...Kyle, The Hobbit of Destruction!" I decided I liked the name and am keeping it. We headed back to my place, kicked back a few, then everyone else headed to The Scene, one of the less-spectacular bars here. It's just a regular bar, and we've been there soooo many times. I decided to clean up the apartment a little, study a bit, then head to bed. Though it was really nice because my class the next day was post-poned until 16:00 when it is usually 09:30. Yes, they used military time over here. Why shouldn't they? It makes so much more sense than saying AM or PM.
The NEXT day...
I slept well for three hours (I went to bed at 03:00). I guess I started tossing and tumbling at 06:00 since that's about when I normally get up. Oh well, I still got some sleep until I got up at 11:00. I made it to the place where my photography class was meeting, then we walked over to a photography exhibit which was up on the Quirinal hill (one of the seven hills on which Rome was founded -- I know a little too much about it because of my art history class). We looked at pretty pictures for a while, then we went up to a terrace on the roof of the building where we watched the changing of the guards at one of the governmental buildings across the road at 18:00. It was really cool, not like the boring changing of the guards in DC or in London. They had a military marching band (Christina, you'd have loved it *cough cough band nerd cough*) coming up the street followed by a brigade. Music was playing the whole time. It was more like a ballet. They got in place, then a second brigade of a different branch of the military came out of the building and took its place on the opposite side of the marching band. All the while there were three guards at the gate from the branch of the military that were coming out of the building. A representative from the branch that marched up the street as well as three soldiers marched around in formation for a while then they replaced the other guards at the gate. The same representative and the original three guards came back where the disposed guards joined their brigade. The brigade that had marched up the street then marched in formation inside. The band then marched back down the street followed by the deposed branch. It was highly much coolness. I then went to pick up my suit (which is soooooo HOT!!!!) near Piazza del Popolo. I came back to the apartment, tried on my white suit with the black shirt that I had on underneath it, strutted around like a model for a while, and looked in the mirror a lot. Man, I was sexy. I know you must be thinking, "How much sexier can The Hobbit of Destruction get?" Yes, I, too, I have contemplated this. It is very hard to imagine, but I do believe for the time I had the suit on, I, the epitome of sexy, became even sexier. I then put my regular clothes back on, pretended to study for five minutes, then went to bed.
So far today...
I got up and went to class. This was the first time I have actually been to a classroom for a class since I've been here. We had our mid-term today. I think I did rather well for not studying all that much (or at all). I guess I'll find out later. Our teacher, being coolio as she is, decided that after the exam she would take us to the Vatican just for fun. It's not "ancient" as the title of our course "Ancient Rome and Its Monuments" implies, but she's a certified tour-guide and took us. After that, I came back here and am currently blogging.
I'm sure there will be interesting stories to come later, hopefully lots of things minus little crack addicts this weekend. I doubt anything interesting will happen in the next couple of days because I have to finish my photography paper/presentation by Friday.
Ciao!
Tuesday after I logged off, I went back to the apartment to discover that several people were going to a boxing match held in one of the piazzas there. I was like "Dude! Totally awesome!" as those are the only words in my vocabulary. A local fight in Rome, how great is that? When we get there, there is NO ONE around and we get right at the very front (no seats -- seats are for wusses). We grab a few beers at a bar close by then wait for the fights to start. The fights are really interesting, and none turned out like I had expected. The guys who, before the fight, looked to be the worse fighter usually won. There was one match-up in particular where me and a friend, Taylor, bet a couple of drinks on it. It was really close from the beginning, but it seemed my guy came out on top at the end. Taylor practically conceded when the referee raised the other boxer's hand. Everyone's mouths dropped. I couldn't believe it. I still owe him those two drinks. In one of the next fights, one of the boxers was late. This was a lower weight-class, so I was saying jokingly that if he didn't come, I should jump in the ring. My roommate Matt then said, "In this corner...Kyle, The Hobbit of Destruction!" I decided I liked the name and am keeping it. We headed back to my place, kicked back a few, then everyone else headed to The Scene, one of the less-spectacular bars here. It's just a regular bar, and we've been there soooo many times. I decided to clean up the apartment a little, study a bit, then head to bed. Though it was really nice because my class the next day was post-poned until 16:00 when it is usually 09:30. Yes, they used military time over here. Why shouldn't they? It makes so much more sense than saying AM or PM.
The NEXT day...
I slept well for three hours (I went to bed at 03:00). I guess I started tossing and tumbling at 06:00 since that's about when I normally get up. Oh well, I still got some sleep until I got up at 11:00. I made it to the place where my photography class was meeting, then we walked over to a photography exhibit which was up on the Quirinal hill (one of the seven hills on which Rome was founded -- I know a little too much about it because of my art history class). We looked at pretty pictures for a while, then we went up to a terrace on the roof of the building where we watched the changing of the guards at one of the governmental buildings across the road at 18:00. It was really cool, not like the boring changing of the guards in DC or in London. They had a military marching band (Christina, you'd have loved it *cough cough band nerd cough*) coming up the street followed by a brigade. Music was playing the whole time. It was more like a ballet. They got in place, then a second brigade of a different branch of the military came out of the building and took its place on the opposite side of the marching band. All the while there were three guards at the gate from the branch of the military that were coming out of the building. A representative from the branch that marched up the street as well as three soldiers marched around in formation for a while then they replaced the other guards at the gate. The same representative and the original three guards came back where the disposed guards joined their brigade. The brigade that had marched up the street then marched in formation inside. The band then marched back down the street followed by the deposed branch. It was highly much coolness. I then went to pick up my suit (which is soooooo HOT!!!!) near Piazza del Popolo. I came back to the apartment, tried on my white suit with the black shirt that I had on underneath it, strutted around like a model for a while, and looked in the mirror a lot. Man, I was sexy. I know you must be thinking, "How much sexier can The Hobbit of Destruction get?" Yes, I, too, I have contemplated this. It is very hard to imagine, but I do believe for the time I had the suit on, I, the epitome of sexy, became even sexier. I then put my regular clothes back on, pretended to study for five minutes, then went to bed.
So far today...
I got up and went to class. This was the first time I have actually been to a classroom for a class since I've been here. We had our mid-term today. I think I did rather well for not studying all that much (or at all). I guess I'll find out later. Our teacher, being coolio as she is, decided that after the exam she would take us to the Vatican just for fun. It's not "ancient" as the title of our course "Ancient Rome and Its Monuments" implies, but she's a certified tour-guide and took us. After that, I came back here and am currently blogging.
I'm sure there will be interesting stories to come later, hopefully lots of things minus little crack addicts this weekend. I doubt anything interesting will happen in the next couple of days because I have to finish my photography paper/presentation by Friday.
Ciao!
posted by QiqJoe at 8:00 AM
1 Comments:
yay for marching band! :-D
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