BUT before I delve into the details, I forgot to mention one AMAZING night a couple weeks ago. What, you ask, was so important that I must retell events from a fortnight ago? Dinner with Cory Larkin, that's what. And just so we all know, I am definitely not typing this because he yelled at me for not putting him in my blog. That would be FALSE, as Dwight says. Anywho, in all seriousness, I did mean to mention dinner in my last post, but completely forget. Cory, his roommate Paul, and Chloe came over for dinner with my roommates a couple Tuesdays ago. Chloe made amazing garlic bread, my roommates and I made dinner, we discovered how much Cory loves cheese, and I think Paul went deaf sitting between Whitlee and Kelsey. After dinner, Chloe, Paul, Cory and I strolled on over to the bar next door for a beer. I got a surprisingly delicious beer (because usually I hate beer). We hung out there for a couple hours, watched the olympics, and heading back to the apartments. It wasn't until I was back in my room ready for bed that I realized I lost my phone. After searching literally everywhere, I figured it could only be in one of 2 places: Either Chloe picked it up accidentally thinking it was hers, or Cory picked it up jokingly to steal it and forgot to give it back. ...Cory had it. Thanks again, buddy. Though apparently karma almost literally bit Cory in the butt as he was chased home/ almost eaten by a dog. Was that enough of a mention in my blog, Jersey?
Jess just walked in and said that she wanted a blog mention as well... as she is eating a bowl of cereal. Surprise, surprise :P:P
Did you know there is a pyramid on Rome? Smack dab in the middle of Testachio, there's a pyramid! That's where I had my drawing class, and that's where I lost my camera. Let me just preface this story by saying that most things that happen here, I do not want to blog about because I don't want my mother reading them. Get your mind out of the gutter, I'm not talking about drinking or partying, I'm talking about my debate over whether or not I should tell my mom I lost my camera, or whether or not I should tell her I'm sick. Let's be serious people. If you haven't met my mother, you should know it doesn't take much to get her nervous. Especially since I'm an ocean away. There is no way, however, that I can go a week without skyping her, and the second I did skype her, the first question she asked was whether or not I was sick. Secondly, I needed to tell her I lost my camera so she could take money out of my account to by me a new one and bring it here next week. I would buy one here, but it would be a lot cheaper in America. Besides, if I have any questions, I would like to not have to decode the manual book with my Italian-English dictionary. Anyway, now that I have gotten sufficiently off course from my story, let me back up and continue with the pyramid. It's located in front of the Protestant cemetery which holds the resting place of many famous artist, poets, philosophers and authors. The big ones are John Keats, Percy Bysshe Skelly, and Goethe. I thought that THE Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, was buried there, but as I looked up what Skelly's first name was (because not gonna lie, I never heard of him before I saw his tomb), I saw that it was actually THE Goethe's son, August von Goethe that is buried there. As creepy as this sounds though, this cemetery was one of the most beautiful, peaceful places I've ever been to in Rome so far. It smelled like spring (yes, spring has a very distinctive smell), it was quiet (well ok, that word doesn't really exist in Rome, but relatively speaking), and it was just so peaceful. I loved it so much than I spent three hours drawing there. Then I realized I lost my camera. And it was absolutely no where to be found. I checked high and low, gathered other recruits to help look, went to the front desk, went back to where I was sitting because... I had to go back! I mean, I had to go back to look, of course. But alas, after a lecture on how I should hold on to my belongings by the British woman working at the cemetery, and a small chat with skechy foreigners who I think took it, I left. Defeated. On the bright side, I did get all of my Florence pictures off that before I brought it to the cemetery.
Ciao!
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