Fabric Softener

So there isn't too much to report from the past couple days. Carlos and his roommates along with a wide collection of girls and I watched the Super Bowl (which started at like midnight here) until about 4 a.m. at Joshua Tree. We had our own little private American party and strolled home through the quiet, night streets of Florence. I can't seem to keep my thoughts together lately and I'm trying to become more structured. There is just SO much to think about during every minute of the day. I'm worrying about money and trips I want to take and all of the reading I have to do, etc. etc. etc. The list just never seems to stop.

I had to go to the doctor yesterday for this ridiculous cold that I've been having since day 1. He prescribed me with a million different medications (remember to bring those to Spain this weekend) to take and he can't seem to figure out what this rash on my neck has been caused from. I have an appointment with him again in a couple hours and I think I know the culprit. My roommates bought fabric softener instead of detergent (I guess cuz it was in Italian?) and I think I'm having an allergic reaction to that. When I told Joel about it he said that I wasn't the first person that he has heard about that happening to. I can't believe that. I feel so stupid hahaha I guess I'm going to have to rewash everything!

The amount of reading I have to do is ridiculous. I really like it actually, it's just time consuming. After I go to the doctor today I have to meet up with Joel to go find the book for our class that we have been on a wild goose chace throughout the city trying to find. This past weekend two of my roommates were out until 6 a.m. for two nights in a row! Ugh, I wanted to stay out with them but once again, my body can't seem to keep up. I need to start planning my summer and what I'm gonna do over spring break. I hate talking to my parents about it because I feel so bad for spending so much money but seriously, how many times in my life am I going to get to go to Europe LIKE THIS? I'm trying not to stress over all of these things because it all should be so fun and carefree, but it seems to be even more demanding than regular school back home.

Althought it wasn't really intentionally planned out to be this way, I'm really happy that I have other people I know studying abroad in Europe without actually being with me in Florence. It's a good balance of closeness and space I think. England, France, and Greece are all places that I want to see and I hope I have the opportunity to and knowing that I don't have to pay for a hostel or hotel makes it so much easier to plan. I need to make more lists and get more organized (aren't you proud of me Amy?!) in order for this whole thing to flow a little smoother.

I had my first night of work at Ganzo last night and I have rather mixed feelings about it. I think I had more fun because Carlos and Eddie were there so it didn't seem that bad. It kept fluxuating between being fun and being a pain in the ass. I almost punched a girl in the face. I really hope that I have never and will never be as rude to anyone as this girl was to me. OH MY GOD! I was getting her drink order from her and she was more upset than she should have been to find that we had run out of Diet Coke with her other options being Coke, Fanta, and water. She was like "What do you expect me to drink now?" and I was like "Umm, I don't know, water?" She looked completely disgusted with me and just said "Ugh, I'll have orange soda."

Ok, whatever, that's fine. Brought the girl her drink. Apparently it wasn't the right color or something because she picked up the glass looked at it and said. "This is NOT orange soda.." Really bitch? Because I'm pretty sure it is. She had that tone that girls have with other girls when they are annoyed. I'm not sure if guys even know what I'm taking about or if they can even sense it. Hand on the hip, eyebrow raised, direct eye contact, puckered lips, and the nastiest smurk you've ever seen. "Umm, well it is actually orange soda but if you don't want that then I guess you can have water. I've told you the options," I tried to reply without sarcasm (Alex, you would have died if you saw the attitude I gave this girl). If you wanna play that game bitch, go right ahead, I'm all game. Homegirl asked me if I could get her coke so I was like you know what, whatever, then she'll leave me alone.

For the rest of the night she didn't even touch it. Ugh, I hate girls like that. She really did think that the world revolved around her. There was not even the slightest bit of politeness in anything that she said and I could not believe how arrogant she was to me. I laughed to myself later that night because apparently she had spilled the entire pitcher of water on her, and the coke too. I guess karma really is a bitch.