In other news

There is now wireless internet at the apartment. Which is really nice, considering the computer labs at the school are packed to the brim with people checking up on Facebook and MySpace. Not that staring at a computer screen is something I WANT to do the entire time I'm here, it just makes posting and checking e-mails much more convenient.

Still no Museum Card and I'm starting to get a little antsy, I want to go into the Uffizi, NOW! And apparently the line outside is apparently famous for being a ridiculously loooong wait without the card. Then again, Italians never seem to be in any particular rush, maybe they just now something Americans don't. But they aren't going to be here for just a month, so they had better hop to it.

History of Florence class is still proving amusing, it's pretty funny to see the professor get so worked up over the subject, especially when its about things like guilds and city walls. But her enthusiasm is infectious, especially when you can walk right up to something you learned about in class.

Painting class is fun too, except for to things that really can't be changed. Number one is the Sun, sitting outside for four hours loses it's glamour once the skin on the back of your neck starts to sizzle; And Number two is the people, mostly the tourists.

At our safety orientation, the police officer giving the talk explained something called "Disneyland Syndrome". In a nutshell, people come here and act as if this is some sort of theme park, with no regards toward safety, or what is and isn't an attraction. Apparently a group of people sitting and painting counts as an attraction to these people. Working with someone looking over your shoulder is difficult, when it's a group of them, and they're taking pictures, it's nearly impossible. I start to get paranoid and keep fighting the urge to look back, and always get the feeling someone is standing behind me now. I bet this is how animals at the zoo feel all the time.

Not to mention that today, in the Piazza de Santa Croce we had to deal with some sort of presentation to do with drag racing. With a gigantic videoscreen, autoshow girls in short shorts, blaring music, and last but not least, an Italian radio station deejay. Who really do sound EACTLY like the American ones, so it was nice to get that little taste of home, even when I'm an entire Atlantic Ocean away.