I Dropped His Heart In The Middle Of The Street.

My pangram post card project was due today in book arts. Every one in my class had to make twelve of the same post cards using imagery and the letter press. For those of you unaware of what a pangram is, it is basically a sentence that uses every letter of the alphabet. I technically cheated and used two sentences but mine read "three zealous quaker men in tall socks with four puffing pipes stand behind these doors just waiting. You may choose doors 1 2 or 3 to find out whom your one true husband might be". In the postcard I cut three little doors and standing behind each door is a different zealous quaker man with four puffing pipes in tall socks. We all exchanged post cards and most them were crappy but we learned how to make boxes for them and they are pretty awesome. Carli came up to visit the Gorilla and I today. We couldn't let her come to Florence without taking her to Anna's so we obviously brought her there for lunch and then we were in the mood for some dried fruit so we took her to the market. Photog crit today, went splendid. I honestly learn something insane about my photog teacher each class and today she told us about an outer body experience she had at a cemetery. She said when she came back from the cemetery she realized that she had left part of herself there. I am not sure what to think of this hairy-mole-hippie-commune living-communist. Apertivo at Noir for Caz's last night. On our way there a man stopped me in the streets and said "excuse me ma'am you dropped something. I being the worlds most dropping person, actually thought I dropped something as he pointed to the ground, I replied with a "what", and he looks me in the eye and says "Oh it was my heart". Still confused as if I really dropped something, I finally realized what he said but then was weirded out when I saw him continue down the street with a girl. The Gorilla suggested it was probably his sister. Unfortunately he was not too attractive.  I left dinner feeling rather nauseous  but decided that a diet coke would settle my stomach but then I felt like I was an 80 year old man with heart burn. Had a slight bit of a freak out because I realized at 10 p.m. that I still had 8 paintings to do and still had to finish studying for Art History. First signs of the old freak out Allison started coming back. I was able to get it done but I watched myself head down that path and it was bad. Bad allison. 3 am bed time.

Oh Monday Monday.

This week starts the infamous mid term exams, and by that I mean the "do it the night before" midterm exams. The stress free life is REALLY FREEING. The most bizarre thing happened in Italian class today. My teacher was absent last Monday from class because she has been tutoring the French Ambassador's son or something like that. We have had another teacher named Lorenzo, who I secretly have a crush on ( I guess it is not so much a secret any more) Last class she told us that Lorenzo would come to class on Monday and review for the midterm with us. When we arrived at class today, Lorenzo was indeed there, but the whole review part was not. Rather than reviewing for the midterm, Lorenzo actually gave us the midterm. He said something Italian and we all responded with a confirming Si and then he told us we couldn't talk. You should of seen the look on the faces of my class mates. We all just looked at each other and then looked at him with titled heads very confused. A girl in my class asked if it was the real Midterm and he said yes and then right after a girl my class asked if this was the practice midterm and he said yes. So for an hour, we took the surprise midterm. I left the class not knowing if I had just turned in my midterm or if I had just turned in a practice midterm, either way I think I did just fine. It was just a little unexpected. We took Caz and the boys to my favorite place in the world for lunch, duh Anna's. Obviously the boys liked it but they would eat dirt and like it but by the look on Caz's face, I think she thoroughly enjoyed it. The boys said their goodbyes and headed to Rome for a couple of days. I had a painting pop quiz and by that I mean I had a painting mid term where we had to finish a still life in class. Not too shabby. For dinner Caz and I met up with Sam to the shhhhit Hunter visiting from AA, and Effie, Dara, Mir, and Jen. The bread was to die for but I took it easy on the eating tonight after my million nights of gluttony. I came home and did a little work. Early bed time tonight, exhausted

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(february 25, 2008) ...a monday

Sunday Is A Good Day To Do Nothing.

Worked very hard today to finish all of my work but even though I worked really hard, I didn't get all too much completed. This weekend I was a tourist in my own city and I found myself saying "this is my first time" to a lot of things, and I am so glad that my visitors came. Caz I know you are going to read this blog and I am sorry I didn't get you your journal before you left but expect the best one upon arrival at the 1210 Cambridge Court. Dinner at Erica and Sara's awarded itself to another night of feeling like my belly button was going to become a geyser like the one at Yellowstone, and that food was going to start oozying out of my ears. After eating scrumptious meatballs, pesto pasta, angel haired pasta, green beans, salad and bruschetta followed by nutella with bananas and biscotti's I fell into a food como and by that I mean we were all spooning on the couch and I zoinked out and woke up only to find that everyone else had already gotten up from the couch and I hadn't even noticed. My stomach seriously has grow out to different proportions that I didn't even know was possible. This really isn't good when I am expecting to be sleeping on the beach in just a couple of days in a two piece. I came home and went straight to bed. After too many nights and by too many I really two many nights of 4:00 am returns followed by 9:30 wake up calls, my body was pretty much shot. The Gorilla returned dumbfounded from Rome, and she fell right asleep, I came home, decided it was only appropriate to draw pictures of myself rolling around inside myself because I literally ate the world this weekend (gross) but in all seriousness, I think I am pregnant, Ji and Ji, you are now grandparent to a food baby.

Postness from Sunday February TWENTY fooorth twoo thoousand and aight.

poop goes the pigeon.

when michigan meets michigan in florence great things happen.

        

His Butt Looks Like That.

For some bizarre, unexplainable reason, I was not able to sleep in this morning. I think it was because I knew that I needed to get work done today in order to have another wonderful time with my friends. While I might be "care free" Allison, I can't help my anxiety dreams, they just happen. I worked on my painting mid-term and then met up with the crew for brunch (it was actually lunch, but I didn't eat breakfast yet today so it counted as both) before our educational and cultural afternoon. After lunch we headed to the Academia to the see the worlds most well known statue, the real deal, big man on campus, marble tukas, David. Caz and I decided that we didn't need some butchered english accent telling us about a painting or a sculpture and we decided to just use our eyes. They seemed to work a lot better. We romantically walked around the Academia together, telling each other different things that interested us. There are no words other than "Holy Shit" to explain Michaelangelo's fine creation. While the fake David stands in the Piazza de Signoria, and I have seen a dozen times, something about being in an inclosed room with nothing else around, made this marble spectacle truly incredible. Not sure if the David's millimeter pee pee had been jew-ified but Rose confirmed later that yes indeed Davids shlong is an uncircumcised one. And I am not going to lie in the least but he has one nice butt. After the Academia, I came back to finish the unfinished. For dinner, we headed to the infamous Il Latini, the restaurant where the Gorilla and I attempted to go to for her birthday only to discover on our way out that it was closed on Mondays, but it was not closed today. I didn't really understand the concept of how the restaurant worked until I got there. I was told that you had to wait outside and that the restaurant chooses whom they allow in. They only have two seating times for dinner, one at 7:30 and one at 10:30, so if you wanted a 9:15 dinner forget about it. Obviously Erica made reservations. I think I am going to hire Erica as my personal assistant to organize my life because she is actually a 20 year old with a mind like a 35 year old hip mother that just knows how to do everything whose mind is actually synced with ical. It is just incredible. I wish I was that organized and knew how to plan things like she does. Back off JLo Erica Levin is true wedding planner. As my dear friends would say....I love you Ricky Levi. So this Il Latini is located pretty close to the train station on a small road. I never seen something like it before, but people were gathered outside the restaurant in a mass huddle, pushing to try to get in. Lucky Ricky made a reservation because we didn't have to stand outside too long before they called our name. The people with reservations are allowed to enter first. Me, Caz, Kulick, Rose, Ricky and Sara gathered around a rather small table for six and waited for our waiter. Sitting on our table were two bottles of water and not just a bottle of wine but I would say a jug of wine. I am not sure how it all happened but within just a matter of time our table was filled with food. All of the sudden our waiter started bring out bruschetta and then bread and olive oil, then chicken pate, then brushutto, then caprese salads. This was just the appetizers. i was pretty much content at the end of our appetizers but I thought last night my stomach reached a new capacity, lets just say we had 4 more courses after this one. It is just too difficult to watch some of the worlds most delicious food sit right in front of your face and not be in the least bit tempted to chow down. For the second course we had three huge pasta dishes, a pesto and penne, a noodle and meatball and "little dishrag" noodles with boar sauce. I didn't even know I liked boars sauce but it was fabulous. It was served on a noodle that can be translated as "little dishrags" because they are cut with a knife that give them serrated edges. Following our pasta, came three kinds of breaded soup: a veggie, a tomato, and a bean soup. Next came the meats. From my past experience with five course meals, the meats have always been really freaky and unappetizing but I was feeling a little adventurous tonight and for some reason, even though I was pretty much stuffed, I decided to try them all. Little Bunny Foo Foo, I am sorry but I tried your cousin. Don't worry I won't be doing it again because you are much nicer to look at than to eat. Disturbing but true. Three glasses of wine later, three courses down, we were served potatoes and beans. And then four glasses of wine later, four courses down came the first portion of the dessert. Presented in a circle of fun, 6 different desserts filled our table. In the words of Rose of Michael to the Bloom, one of them "Jiggled like his butt". Normal human beings do not say that when talking about flan but then again Rose of Michael to the Bloom is not really a normal human being. We celebrated Kulicks birthday, and the waiter brought out ice cream topped with a firework. It was not just your average candle, it was actually a firework. We sang the H-to the appy B-to the day song and Rose captured a classic photo of triple chinned Kulick that just made me giggle out loud. Don't worry Kulick wasn't the only with a triple chin, we were all supporting the turkey gobbler. I thought we were done after this and I am sure you would think the same thing but guess again. More kept coming. We were served dessert wine (which makes the fav list next to the Bellini) and then their famous biscotti's and wine. I wore a dress tonight but if I had been wearing jeans, I probably would of just taken them off or they would of probably just ripped off because I was so full. I pulled my leggings down a little because they were getting to be uncomfortable. At this point it was 10:30. We all looked a each other and sighed. The waiter just had to top off the evening with strong shots of lemon cello. And th-th- th-that's All Folks. We wobbled back to Ricky's and Sara to attempt to prepare for the game (pre-game) because the night was still young, but I didn't do so good at preparing for the game because I thought I might ralph up a bakery, and farm. Rather loud people filled Ricky and Sara's apartment and I think Sara and I had a mental connection that led to visions such as a shot guns, awkward smiles, and the thoughts of running away. Ricky and Sara took us to their favorite "Space Electronica". I had many doubts about this place because I was told my numerous people to never step foot there but the fact the Ricky loved it let me know that it had to be pretty good. Rose decided to stay in because not remembering last night put a slight damper on his day and I am not sure he was as prepared for an Italian spring break as he thought he would be. Me, Kulick, Caz, Ricky, Sara, Buff Back bend-over-Brian and Ugly Adam dominated the dance floor. We ran into Susan T, Dana P and Port at the club. The club is exactly what you would think of a club with the name of Space Electronica. So much happened on there that is nearly impossible to explain. I saw a gay boy and his lesbi friend get pulled out of the girls bathroom with a one hand grab, I saw Caz fall in love with an Italian and dance the whole night with him (Caz..highly entertaining) I experienced Robyn "I am out of mind" O do a back bend while I was dancing with her and I was successfully able to imitate Sara and Buff-bend-over-backwards Brian's dance moves. It was incredible and I would return in a heart beat.
Another late night early morning return.

.Moocha seh Havah deh Peacheh seh.

post from february 23, on a saturday in the year of two thow sand and otto.