what ees theese?

This is not from Florence. This is the home of an anonymous person in Amsterdam,
 of whom i am embarrassingly jealous.

This city is out of control. Everyone, including myself, has gone off the deep end. My classes are absurd. Italians are the most irritating group of people on the planet. And somehow in the midst of the chaos there is always something to look forward to.

For example, i was looking forward to being done with my studio project december 6th just around the time when my presentation would have to begin. Instead i get to look forward to finishing all my work in roughly a week less time. This is because our studio in Florence is not equipped with the proper technology to provide us with our presentation boards. Instead we have to prepare two finalized boards consisting of final drawings in a composed and professional manner to be submitted december 2nd to be printed at a local copying store. theese ees bullsheet.

Villa Medici was pretty impressive. Or the garden was atleast. we couldnt go inside. They should stop false advertising and rename the class "Gardens and the Villas you can't enter because we didnt make the proper arrangements ahead of time". Thats probably too long of a name.

Im pretty sure i have an Italian test tomorrow. If i could refrain from acing assignments id take time to worry about it.

ITALIANS! WHAT THE HELL?!?! I have a bone to pick. You hate americans. I get this much. We're arrogant. We make dumb noises and in general are just not impressive. This gives you no right to completely fail to acknowledge our presence on the streets and sidewalks. When i walk by i dont need you to smile and ask for my blessing as i am from the greatest country on earth. I would simply ask that if you cant make eye contact, i would atleast prefer for you to divert your path atleast .33 meters towards either side of the path. I have gone to great lengths to avoid head on collisions with your tribe and would really appreciate enough room to not take an elbow to the chest. This relentless game of chicken seems to be fueled by an overwhelming sense of disapproval of our existence in your society but to that point i would like to propose a counterpoint. If we are not here buying your food, visiting your sites, buying your tourist crap, and in general paying to stay alive, then who exactly do you believe will finance your pretty little museum city? Perhaps this is the root of the bitterness which has created the divide. Is the realization of your dependence on us "ugly americans" too much to bear? hahah i hope so because if all you can do about it is walk around town like a bunch of sourpuss guidos then i guess we really are superior. This is the best museum i ve ever been to!

Wow that feels good to get off my chest! ahhhhh deep breathe.. i saw THE DAVID today! The visit was an impromptu one but perhaps the perfect opportunity. The line in front of the academia was nonexistent and for the first time in my visit i was aware of the actual location of David. I guess what im saying is that until today i had no clue where this elusive character was and had no plan of attack for when or how i would actually see him. He was quite impressive though. A 500 year old piece of stone that had to be atleast 20 feet tall sculpted to such perfect proportions and detail. Giorgio Vasari (the first art historian) once said that seeing David meant that the viewer would no longer need to view any other works of sculpture since they would never compare to such a masterpiece. I couldnt agree more with any part of that statement.

I have less than four weeks left here and among many other reasons to go home i am specifically looking forward to one, and a strange one at that. Imagine that one day your entire wardrobe fit you differently. Imagine this difference meant that 80% of your pants would fall off your body. Imagine that the remaining 20% would only stay up with a belt that was running out of tighter notches. Not too mention your shirts are now far too long and your athletic shorts are beginning to give way. This is the result of developing and maintaining the ability to run long distances. I feel and look worlds better and i can run further than i would have ever imagined. but once i am done running i have to change into the clothes of a man who once sported love handles and a beer belly. It is an interesting dilemma but one i am glad to deal with for now.

This might be my longest entry yet so lets keep the ball rolling. Have you ever noticed that the second you try to think of something to say you automatically draw a blank. Its like when someone asks you if something is wrong. Nothing was wrong until you asked if something was wrong and you had plenty to say before you tried to think of something to say. Or that makes no sense. Im done.