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.

I am sitting down at the desk where i work with glazed eyes and dehydrated like nothing else. At 11.45 this morning I miraculously woke up and started freaking out because I start work at 12. Somehow the trek to school which usually takes 40 minutes only took 30 and I arrived exactly 15 minutes late smelling like alcohol and sweat because I hadn't showered.
This sux.

Yesterday Ellen Alien @ Brancaleone. It was probably more packed than the 64 bus on weekdays at 7pm. Olga kept freaking out, she said there would be so many people and we might not get in. After accidentally missing the bus stop we walked for about 30 minutes through the suburbs of Rome and finally reached Branca. Of course before we could see it all we saw for miles was the line of people trying to get in and failing. Lucky me, if you're on the list you don't wait and you don't pay.

get a long island ice tea, this is after drinking half a bottle of vodka on the bus. I was still sober so I made the mistake of getting another.
You know, when you think back and are like 'there... that was the end, that was just it.' My god. This bartender actually put in 90% rum.

Whatevers, it was fun. Got hit on by a lesbian, ran away.

Friday night was 'everybody and their mothers.' I have never been in a room with so many people that I know in Rome. awkward.

Okay I have to stop. I feel so shitty.

A couple days ago i went to a club where i met certain funny characters, here's a little bit of background:

My friends Olga and Ellen were friends with Giulio last year. That is, until they went to a party at his house and stole his pants. Then he got mad. They went on his bad list. Giulio happens to be very good friends with a guy named Simone, they party together.
The first time I invited Ellen and Olga to my house for a dinner party they were surprised and confused. They said they remembered this place. Giulio used to live here.
Creepy things... I sleep where Giulio used to sleep. They stole his pants out of my closet.

So back to a couple days ago when i went to the club near Tiburtina station. I met Giulio. I complimented him on his pants: they were the ones that were stolen.

I met Simone.

I later friended Simone on facebook only to see that we had a very strange friend in common. My friend Sandra from England who I am meeting tonight at 2120 at Termini station. She is staying with me because originally she was supposed to stay with someone from couchsurfing, but their father was coming this weekend so i will host her until Monday. Turns out Simone is her couchsurfing guy.
Tonight after I retrieve Sandra from the train station I am bringing her to a club called Lanificio. Simone will be there, Giulio will be there, we will all be there.

Sometimes things are just meant to be.