"Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, But I'm Going To Kick You Repeatedly In The Balls!!"

Not much went on after my long-ass nap yesterday. We hung out after dinner in the lobby area with all the couches, which seems to be where we'll be spending the majority of our time, and I drew a few cartoons ("Werewolf President 2: Fang a More Perfect Union," and a girl in my class drew a cute little googley-eyed creature and asked if I could incorporate it into something, so I drew it standing on a mountain of flaming skulls with the Yeets caption "What foul beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"). I miss my markers quite a bit, it's annoying that I have to wait two months to color these in (though the second drawing should probably be done in crayon, it's that kind of thing). I'll post pictures, along with photos of the estate, when I get a chance.

Today, we didn't have class until 3, because the Italians have a bizarre system where, if you took a connecting flight to get here, you have to declare yourself with the Italian police. I flew into Rome, so I was fine, but NYU bussed everyone who flew through connections to the police station in the morning (and, oddly, didn't provide transportation back, for no apparent reason, so everyone had to walk an hour-plus. I'm glad I wasn't there). Me, Mike, Tex, and two girls from the program walked into town to the nearest, small museum, I think it was called the Museo de San Marco. It was essentially two paintings: One of the Virgin Mary holding baby Jesus with a lot of women swooning around her, and one of Jesus on the cross, bleeding from his side. These two drawings were simply reproduced, over, and over, and over on different types of material (wood, walls, fabric, etc). So, you know, that was cool, I guess. Walking back sucked, because it's hot as balls, and I'm at the point (as is everyone) where I'm showering two-to-three times a day and will probably have to do my laundry by this weekend before I run out of clothing.

Class was more or less noneventful, we pitched our ideas and talked about stuff. I am dumb, and my water bottle exploded all over all of the items in my bag (I'm not sure how this makes me dumb, because it was out of my control, but it was still dumb), including my computer, which is luckily fine. But during class, I had to leave all of my shit on the windowsill to dry off. Afterwards, we watched Grosse Point Blank, which I'd never seen, and liked quite a bit, and then went to dinner. After dinner, we all went to the field at the bottom of the Valley of Death (/Trail of Tears/Ho Chi Mihn Trail), because it was nice out and not hot as balls anymore, and played with my fucking awesome Vortex football (google it-- it totally whistles when you throw it). There really isn't anything funnier than 30 writers and actors trying to play with a Vortex football-- Oh, wait, there is. It's 30 writers and actors playing capture the flag. Which we totally did, until it got too dark, and then we came inside and watched Step Brothers, which is really the only way I ever want to spend my time.