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Wow, today was stressful from beginning to end (minus that nice 45 minute break where I caught a little bit of Star Wars Episode II with Antoinette, Joe and Kent).
I woke up ten after eight because the alarm didn't go off, late for art history. Usually I'd be chill about it because most of the places we go as a group are pretty accessable and I can usually catch up because of long lines. But this time we had an appointment at the villa borgiese at 9 so if I wasn't there I'd be missing out on Bernini's and Caravaggio. I'd already seen them, but it really is different with the teacher and classmates. Plus you only get two hours in that museum so you never have enough time to properly see everything and there's a ton to look at (including a pretty kick-ass Raphel that I'm going to have to check out again).
So I went in the clothes I slept in, caught a 116 at Campo dei Fiori and ironically, got there before the group did. So At this point I chilled out.
But for the rest of the day, I really couldn't stop flipping out about housing next year. Like, EVERYTHING has fallen through. And it's one of those situations where I can actually be like Homer Simpson and say "this is everyone else's fault but mine". Like, essentially people can't commit or either they simply can't get the information straight. So it looks like I'm living with strangers next year. GREAT.
And it really bugged me ALL day and I totally lost my cool and did some pretty stupid things. Totally lost my cool. I hate it. Ugh ... I don't know. I gotta go paint.
I woke up ten after eight because the alarm didn't go off, late for art history. Usually I'd be chill about it because most of the places we go as a group are pretty accessable and I can usually catch up because of long lines. But this time we had an appointment at the villa borgiese at 9 so if I wasn't there I'd be missing out on Bernini's and Caravaggio. I'd already seen them, but it really is different with the teacher and classmates. Plus you only get two hours in that museum so you never have enough time to properly see everything and there's a ton to look at (including a pretty kick-ass Raphel that I'm going to have to check out again).
So I went in the clothes I slept in, caught a 116 at Campo dei Fiori and ironically, got there before the group did. So At this point I chilled out.
But for the rest of the day, I really couldn't stop flipping out about housing next year. Like, EVERYTHING has fallen through. And it's one of those situations where I can actually be like Homer Simpson and say "this is everyone else's fault but mine". Like, essentially people can't commit or either they simply can't get the information straight. So it looks like I'm living with strangers next year. GREAT.
And it really bugged me ALL day and I totally lost my cool and did some pretty stupid things. Totally lost my cool. I hate it. Ugh ... I don't know. I gotta go paint.