That thong, th-thong, thong, thong

It's been a while since my last post. What's been going on? Not much. I had a paper due last Thursday. This past weekend, well, not too much happened with the possible exception of Friady. Other than Friday, I just roamed the city, went shopping, and did typical Roman stuff like eat pizza and gelato and just hang out and do nothing. Okay, so back to Friday night. I had a bug in my pants to shake my boo-tay, so I wanted to find a good dance club or disco (hehe, disco *giggle*). I called up several different people, but everyone was busy catching up on work or had other plans. I would've called others, but a lot of people were traveling this weekend. Well, since I can't get anyone to go with me, I ever-so-smartly decide to go out by myself in the hopes that I'd meet people there. I meet people very easily (okay, so usually the meeting and a lap dance occur within an hour or so of each other), so I thought it was a pretty safe assumption. I look up several different clubs as options to which to go. I start heading to the first one. I was almost there when some dude comes up to me and starts offering me crack cocaine, heroin, weed, and who knows what else. I tell him no and start to walk away. He grabs me by the arm (I'm surprised I don't have a bruise now) and tries to drag me into this dark alley behind this dumpster thing. I'm guessing that's where the crack house is because he kept saying "casa". For a very brief yactosecond (I guess that's the engineer coming out in me -- 10^(-24) seconds if anyone is wondering) I considered it just because it would be a great story. Come on, being in an Italian crack house with probable Italian crack whores? HELLO-O? That would be an experience worth telling! Obviously, I didn't go. I'm trying to get away from this guy who happens to be about 5'1", and I swear I have more muscles than him, but he was a strong little crack addict, as most crack addicts are. But I could've taken him if need be. He's lucky I'm a very patient and non-violent guy (I guess that's the hippie in me). So I grab his hand a throw it off my arm and walk briskly away. He pursues -- a persistent little crack addict. I start walking faster and faster until I'm in an all out sprint. He's still following me. Then I come up on some po-pos. *SIGH OF RELIEF* He's still following me at a distance. I cut the corner really quickly, then break out running as fast as I can, cut a few more corners, backtrack a little, then finally lose him. If you're wondering why I didn't go to the police for help, think about it this way. I'm studying in Rome without a visa. A visa is not needed unless one is going to be in Italy for 90+ days and/or one is studying here. Also, the police here are not known for being the ripest apple in the tree. And again, I don't speak Italian, so some guy speaking a foreign language saying "crack cocaine" and "heroin" and the like would not look too good for me. After that, I decide to 86 the club and head straight home to bed, though not after passing near Gay Village and having a table full of drunken guys start shouting at me. At least that was a positive...it made me feel kind of special and sexy later, but only after I got over the whole creepiness that was the little crack addict.

Saturday, as I said, not much happened. I went shopping again to capitalize on what is quite likely the last weekend of the sales here. I bought a few things. I actually have to go back today to pick up my really super duper ultra cool pants and matching jacket suit thing (no, that's not me; that's how it was labeled :-P). They look sort of like my light blue button-down shirt that I wear with my pinstripe pants because it has the interior vertical stripe thing going on, except that they're white. The pants and arms of the jacket were a little long, so I got them to do alterations, that's why I have to go back today and pick them up.

Sunday, likewise, not much happened. No one was around for me to do anything with, so I just roamed the city trying to get lost, but I think I have my bearings a little too well now, so I was always able to find my way back to somewhere I knew.

Monday. I had photography yesterday. Nothing spectacular. We met in front of the monument to Vittorio Emanuele II then headed up to Campidolio and down to the Roman Forum. Oh let me tell you, I was soooo excited about the Roman Forum *rolls eyes*. I've seen WAY too much of that place since I've been here. I have a test on it Thursday for my art history class (which I'm going to frickin' ace because I'm the only one in the class that seems to know anything). While we were there, another guy and I,who have the art history class together, studied by going over the monuments and stuff. In actuality, it was more like me reviewing/teaching him. Oh well, I guess that means I know what I'm doing. Yay! After that, I proceeded down to the library where I rented a laptop and worked on my presentation and paper for photography. I has to be done Friday at 7:00 since the computer lab doesn't open until after class starts on Monday when the paper and the presentation are due. I got back to the room and put in a load of laundry. Then I went out, got a cappuccino and a cornetta (which is Italian for croissant). Also, I got this really good milkshake-type thing. It was cold and vanillla with cream whiskey. Soooo good! I came back to the apartment and took out my clothes from the washer and placed them around the room to dry.

Tuesday (today): I got up and went to my art history class. We reviewed for our mid-term on Thursday then got our papers back. I got an A -- woohoo! I miss actually getting As that in fact ARE As rather than the 70 that gets curved up to an A. I also miss being the only one in the class who seems to know anything. Oh well, I guess that's why I'm doing what I'm doing -- for a challenge. I'm sure I'll go and get my suit-ish thing today. I'll probably also get some gelato and something to eat. Though there have been many days since I've been here that I've totally forgot to eat. Oh well.

That's about all for now. Oh, and in case you're wondering what the title of this pertains to. I'll just leave you wondering, so :-P.