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I am not in Scranton, I am in Rome. On my cot. Writing a paper…

Last night i stumbled upon some impromtu theatre at the Piazza Navona. It was around 3 a.m. I had no idea what the scenes were about but they often involved disputes over a misplaced coat leading to an unrealistic gun fight. I laughed when it seemed appropriate. If i had known advanced Italian I might have tried to get invited to the after party. They said something about croissants.

Speaking of my last night, I took many photos which, in my opinion, are fucking spectacular. No one has yet to comment on them. I wish I had a higher resolution lens and a steadier hand.

It’s really too bad that I can’t stand most of the people here. It’s borderline ruining my experience. In a positive light, it is reaffirming that belief we talked about. That belief being that we are better than just about 96% of encountered college students.

I think that I am going to have to wash my clothes in the bathtub.

I WISH I HAD WEED! Can you reliably google something like that?

I am at the airport in Scranton and in a few hours I’ll be home don’t worry mom!

I started to eat a crumb cake here in front of everyone but then I realized how disgusting I was being so I put it away. well whatever

nothing would please me more than to see my future unfold in barryville new york but unfortunately I have to go to college and experience living in a city at least once before I head out to the mountains to become a theatrical hero and do it straight country style

i don’t get you blue dog democrats but I appreciate you anyway

i acidentally went to crocodilesmiles.blogspot.com and it said something about having a baby. needless to say i wasn’t all that shocked.

well I mean take my analysis with a slab of rock salt, but I found an interview with her about midsummer on the guthrie’s website and she had a pretty deep voice and a goofy young prettier ellen degeneres vibe. but it’s beside the point because I don’t think a 26 year old professional actress wants a sophomore theatre student (a BA no less) living in her house at least not without padding the walls and plasticing the furniture *I don’t really know what I’m saying anymore* first.

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neat. a blog that talks to itself!

never is enough. do it.  live with ellen.  i saw her in her skivies in midsummer, and shes pretty fine for a white girl. screw the pauls. they probably will kick you out to make room for african babies in a short year. i dont think shes a lesbotron tho. is uptown expensive? we need to decide whether we want to be over the top or under the bridge. ttyl. lyls, lolz.

hypothetical:

if you were mildly infatuated with a girl you didn’t know and if she were subletting let’s say a studio apartment in, I don’t know, uptown and you decided to, perhaps, feign interest in renting it so you could then meet her and lay on the charm what would be the appropriate point to stop bluffing (“sorry I actually don’t think it’s going to work out”) before you get roped into a lease….hypothetically?

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nick it’s that girl who played Ellen and Mrs. Saunders in Cloud Nine at the Bottling House Theatre.

I’m leaving in three days. it’s been a productive month. but now I have to start writing film analyses. balls! well it’s okay. I’ll be on task because I won’t be smoking unlimited free weed and making brilliant theatre. that’s actually not okay

but. here’s the truth: this has been really hard work. every day is a challenge and there’s no reason I can’t challenge myself like that all the time in whatever I do. when perfection is demanded you don’t really have another choice. I could be a perfect person! I think there’s a book about that. I read it in third grade. I hope you know what book I’m talking about. it’s called how to become a perfect person in three days. something along that vein.

little jack horner’s corner probably had a nintendo wii in it or something, I really don’t think it was about the pie

i will never ever accompany a group of american girls out on a saturday night ever again. no it is not my job to make sure you dont get raped. no it is not my job to find you when we move because you decided to drink too much. and hell no it is not my job to pretend to be your boyfriend. aren’t we a little old to be stealing boys? and how can someone claim to be in a monogamous, loving relationship and make out with a friend’s genuine interest?  to top it off, i am so tired of gay boys being all dramatic about coming out. you’re gay, we all knew from the second you opened your mouth. you aren’t noble for pretending to be straight for a week. it isn’t a matter of anyone’s right to know, it’s a matter of being honest with yourself. if my personality happens to scream gay then i’m not going to overcompensate in order to appear something which i’m not. i refuse to stand by and help you perpetuate old stereotypes just because you need attention. you’re gay, and it is one fraction of who you are. to exploit it in order to gain friendships or sympathy is downright pathetic and i’ll be damned if i will let anyone call me ‘excessively out’ just because i refuse to put on an act like it is 1932 and whisper my identity into secret ears. Look, I’m gay! Happy? i’m a person who wishes to be treated like an equal with equal interests. the fact that i like men doesn’t concern you, but yes, i think as our friendship grows you do have a right to know. you have a right to know because i know your sexuality. i won’t get on a megaphone and announce it, but i’m not going to dance around it should i be asked straightforwardly. a straight boy wouldn’t! also, the fact that someone claims to have been ‘bicurious’ means NOTHING to me. first of all, i’ve been ‘bi-curious’ before but that doesn’t mean i’m not 100% gay. you aren’t ‘bi’, you just need the spotlight. i hope you eventually come to the conclusion that you have a right to know who i am, but not to evaluate a foreign position. I AM SO TIRED OF PSYCHOLOGY MAJORS!

in short, i hate the people on this trip, but am trying not to let it bring me down.

i might never finish that last post. i certainly have enough time to do so ma…. sono pigro.

i swam today in the sea. it was salty enough. italian men love to show thigh. and pierce their faces.

i’m burnt all over. i wore boxerbriefs to the beach but don’t worry it’s apparently pretty common.

we drink a lot here. like troppo.

keep meeting americans, but yet to meet and cool italians. probably because i have the vocabulary of an intelligent one year old.

sand EVERYWHERE!

+i found a lentil in my hair this morning

+i am wearing the same clothes as last night, shoes and all, and I’m wearing them again today (reminds me of nick)

-erin took a shit then went to new york city and now I’m stuck here trying to fix the toilet

i should only be friends with people in their mid-20s