Need to get out of here!

That's all that needs to be said. I hate when I don't shower in the morning, it's a ritual. But I have no motivation and probably wont shower today or tomorrow.
Yesterday I slept on the couch and my movie is a day late to the rental store.

Broke, friendless, paper due

All my friends left today\yesterday woooooo!
I have nothing to do for the next week. Yesterday everybody yelled at me and asked me for money. I don't have any.
I return to America on the 14th of May. All I want to do is melt in the sun and drink cold beer. Maybe grill some burgers.
Hopefully work at a hardware store.
Hopefully build a fort in the basement.
Make some tables with lion paws as legs.
Read the bible and the golden legends.
Generally vegetate.

Against my better judgment

Last night I was going to study for my Italian final.
Instead I partied with a bunch of 31 year old Italians.
I should be writing my final paper on Franz Marc
Instead I am updating my blog.


Tonight is the night of party. Mstrkrft at Branca I am so excited, not that they are any good or anything. Bloody Beetroots also playing and I think I get in for free yay friends!

Something not stupid (I hope)

I get pissed off every time I see that American Gothic bullshit painting.

It wouldn't even be that annoying if people didn't think completely wrong about it. You see it in adds, you see it on novels, you see it in satyrical writings. And they don't even know how idiotic they are all being. A complete misinterpretation.

It's used in the way so to 'mock' the American midwest. People often modernize, maybe these people are made to be listening to ipods or using crest whitening strips i don't know. The only thing I know is that they are wrong.

Grant Wood made this thing and didn't mean to make fun of midwesterners or make the couple look boring or old fashioned, and (one of the more interesting interpretations I have heard) he didn't try to make the man look like the devil!

In fact Grant Wood was an Iowa-born Iowa-raised Iowa-lover.

The fact that this is the only painting he is known for prompted me to take a look at some of his other works. Guess what... they are all about midwetern genre scenes. They are tributes and memories of his childhood which he saw disapearing before his eyes as Iowa gained population, suburbs, East coast customs he tried to show the hard won individual midwestern culture that had developed on those lovely plains.

Here is some sweet young corn he painted. Wood was in love with the idea of the Victorian past of the Midwest. When children played with home-made toys and there were feasts for every harvest. The beauty of man working together with nature in the fields.

He was trying to make history, tradition, in a location that is often overlooked and devalued.

So back to American Gothic. 'Gothic' because there had been a neo-gothic movement in the midwest that made houses with peaked windows (as can be seen between the couple.) Pointed pitchfork because it is a traditional farming tool that was later replaced by tractors and mechanized devices. Also because of the longstanding midwestern tradition in portrait photography where people stand in front of their homes and hold items of their trade.

The people pictured are actually his sister Nan and his dentist, who he held friendship with.

This made me remember when Mrs. Mackheart said it was her favorite painting. She would fucking puritan. Still pisses me off... worst thing ever made. Grant Wood big conservative shithead.

Illness

I am soooo sick. And also a creep. In the back of the computer room caoughing so no one is coming near here... that's a good thing. On Friday I felt sick but I took some Tylenol and then went out.
I fell down in front of Elmo (who I made out with once before when I was really drunk) Somehow every time I see him I a) am ridiculously drunk and b) embarrass myself somehow. The first time I accidentally spilled a pitcher of water on him... my bad.
So Saturday I had the great idea of ignoring my fever and venturing out into the rain to see the Cy Twombly exhibit at the Galleria D'Arte Moderna. Sunday I actually couldn't even move out of bed so I called in to the library sick. Today I should still be in bed but I have a meeting with a professor. So I think I will go home after that. I have four Tylenol to last me until 3.
I need some tea.

Did I do anything recently?

Unable to remember. Probably not. Tuesday was boring. Some guy with a microphone descended into the crowd and started singing and encouraging people to mosh. The only people who did had annoying haircuts.
Talked to some tall dude. I told him he was too tall to be Roman. He laughed at me because I am stupid and then agreed by saying he was German.
I have a presentation about the history of Sicily in about two hours and a test in "The Legal Environment of Business" (Businessy chuckle after reading that is necessary) which I am obv going to fail.
So today I went about my normal business of meeting with a friend and getting cappuccino and tramezzino at the local bar. After getting them and securing a table in the sun I went to ask if they could cut my chocolate. It is in a huge brick form and therefore you need a big bread knife to cut it. Alessandro kindly took it and cut it into four smaller pieces. Some guys yelled at me.
"Perche sirvi a questa ragazza prima di noi"
"Lei fa bella figura e per questo noi dobbiamo aspettare di piu"
So basically they were mad because he served me before them because I look nice. Really, it is only because me and Alessandro are tight, like good buds.
I really appreciated when Gaetano came into this little situation (He is really big and scary) and yelled at them because he was in the process of making their order.


Anyways sorry for this useless blog... Nothing exciting but I am excited for Friday party @ Lanificio and Saturday possibly @ Brancaleone and work work work at the library this weekend (no I am not excited for that last part)

Drugged by a mysterious pen

Today has been so strange. I think my brain was shaken. Probably, there have been so many earthquakes recently.
The final death toll in L'Acquila is 293.

Today I walked into the student lounge and there was a mysterious pen in my hand. I had never seen it before. I didn't remember picking it up... it was strange.

I had just been holding my yellow pen, but this one was black. I looked at it for a very long time trying to remember... but there was nothing.
Then I looked in my other hand. There was my yellow pen. But since when had I been holding it and why was I holding two? It didn't make any sense. Five minutes ago I had one pen in my hands and it was the black one. Suddenly out of nowhere my yellow one had reappeared and now I had two.

I then proceeded to sit down and try to underline my text for my Law class. I clicked the black pen to make the tip come out. Out came the tip, but also a very strange yellowish brownish liquid. It squirted onto my photocopy and I was in deep disgust and confusion.

I clicked it shut again.

Was I dreaming? How could this happen to a pen... so innocent. A tool for knowledge. How can it become so corrupted? Mysterious.
I looked at the unknown black pen to see if there was any trace of liquid inside the mechanisms. Nothing was there. It looked like a real enough pen, I must have been dreaming.

I clicked it on again. The same yellowish brownish liquid emerged. It spilled onto the ground.

Oh how I felt like vomiting.

I threw the pen into the trash can across the room in anguish. HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME?! Out of some luck it went directly into the can, I don't have any aim, how could I accomplish this feat? Then I figured that that's where it belonged. That's where it wanted to be. That is why a liquid which was not inside the pen appeared out of nowhere. Like the pen itself... it appeared out of nowhere.

It must have been sent by Satan. Some sort of warning. I don't know for what. I have been feeling very strange all day. Jittery. Shaking. Unable to concentrate. Uncontrollable body movements.

I am going to go drink some wine and prosecco now. Then I will try to dance this off at L-Ektrica. Holy God I hope I'm not destroying my body or hallucinating.