Sundays are good days to do nothing (Amy Winehouse Style aka on *crack version*)

As you can tell I am little bit behind on my bloggy-of- bloggy-ness, so the next couple of days might be rather short BUT have no fear they are of the most important key and exciting tales about my glorious days in Flo-yo...Flor- to- the-ence. After my rather inter-licking-esting night, I decided that sleeping in was the only way to cure the severe (determinental) damages caused by last nights lick-scapade.  Jewish geography is pretty unbelievable.  If you are jewish you really just know everyone and their mother, literally.  Through another Camp Chi connection (that being a jew crew connection) my friend Jordan came to stay the day with me.  He is technically staying the whole semester and living with my friend Paul (who just happens to live down the street), however Paul was a taking un-tour-de-France this weekend and forgot to leave the key for him, so Jordan was pretty much homeless.  He hopped off the air plane and came to stay the day at the wondrous Via dei Ginori.  I didn't really do much today, but I did go on a run but on a different side of town.  While it was a great idea to go running on the other side of town because there were less people to ooo and ahhh at my badonkadonk, I am not so sure it was the best part of town to go running in.  I just happen to see a man pull down his pants in the middle of the street and hold on to the side rail and take a large poop.  While it is human to poop, we all do it (yes even girls poop..I can testify), it was rather disturbing and I actually had to cut my run a little bit short because I felt a little sick. After my poopy run, I came home and the Gorilla and I went out to dinner with a friend from high who we just happen to run into yesterday in Pisa and she is also studying abroad in Florence (her name is Hannah Paulsen for all you Shmeasters) Tonight, I prepared for the Gorilla's big 21 (on Tuesday the Gorilla becomes a legal a Gorilla, which is rather scary!) 

*and by crack I do not mean I am taking crack, nor did I write while taking crack, nor do I really even know what crack actually is.....I am just saying it is a rather speedy version. DO NOT WORRY BABS! I am not taking drugs, nor or my roommates, and no one is physically killing anyone, even though sometimes I do want to figuratively kill my roommates.