the studio in rome smells like rotting banana peels right now... needless to say, this is fairly unpleasant, considering that it's too cold to open the windows to vent the smell [plus, it's still raining and stuff] and i have to be in here all day, every day, until friday night at 6pm... when all of our studio junk is due... ok, so explain this to me, because i simply don't understand: our stuff - all of our stuff - for studio is due on friday at 6pm... now, our crits aren't until next wednesday [if i'm correct, that's a total of 5 days after our stuff is due...]. wouldn't it be more intelligent and more productive to place the due date - if it has to be a couple of days before crit and such - on, say... monday? so that all of us could have the bleeding weekend to get stuff accomplished? it just doesn't make sense to me... it's like they're just itching to stress the living hell out of all of us [well, not all of us... as some of the people here are machines and stuff... but there are a good 6 people out of the 11 here that would probably really appreciate having the weekend to tie stuff together and make everything really 'sing' before it all gets graded. sigh. i just don't get it...
anyway... last night freaking rocked my world. i had been up for basically three days [a total of four hours sleep in three days] as of yesterday after studio... we had to sit through a lecture that would have been really interesting, had all of us been awake enough to really pay attention - that's another thing that irks me about the studio here... there are two hour lectures planned the week of the due dates for studio... this particular lecture and the one from about three weeks ago [2 days before our last crit... mind you...] both would have been extraordinarily helpful at the beginning of our project but seemed just ridiculous now. anyway... brad, camille and i decided to go grab some grub before heading off to catch some z's...
we went to this great restaurant in trastevere called 'pancotto'... we proceeded to have a freaking four hour dinner. holy. crap. we had such a good time. we ate steaks and drank lots of wine and had tiramisu and then we walked around trastevere being ridiculously silly... we were completely sober, as by the time we were finished with dinner, all of the effects of the wine had long since worn off... but we were just giggly and wonderfully jovial and such. we took a really funny picture in a photo booth that i will post as soon as i get home. after photos and stuff, we went to 'the chocolate shop' in trastevere and had some wonderful gourmet chocolates... i made camille and brad try chocolate with chili [as in the pepper, not the stew] and they actually liked it - it's my favorite!
anyway... on the way home, we passed palazzo farnese and were standing right in front of the arch on via giulia... i asked brad, since he's the tall one in the group - camille and i are both midgets in comparison to his 'fathom' of height - if he could touch the ivy hanging from the arch... now, the ivy stops about 9 feet from the ground... brad takes a running start. brad jumps with all of his might. brad only achieves about four inches of vertical lift. ha! ha! ha! the jump itself was the funniest thing ever - it looked like judd nelson's jump at the end of 'the breakfast club' - oh my god. camille and i nearly pissed our pants we were laughing so hard. sigh. it was wonderful.
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