I totally forgot why I was going to title this entry that.

Hrm.

Oh wait, I remember. Scratch all that.

A formal hello to everyone who has taken the time to admit that my little litter of letters doesn’t fall on deaf eyes. Always nice to have someone make this blog thing interactive.

It’s been a trip recently, pun intended. Wednesday we didn’t go on a horrifically uninteresting ridiculously interesting field trip. Instead, we killed a day in studio. It was at least marginally productive, with good progress made on the thematics of our agri-bio-terra-spheres-o-doom.

The plan for Thursday was to catch a train at 6:58, so, like responsible little kids, we decided against oversleeping and missing the train and opted to stay up all night watching Everwood (a show I’d never heard of, but have now seen quite a bit of) until it was time to ready ourselves for the 4 hours of fun that are a train ride to Milan.

Our logic had decided that we’d get just as much sleep on the train.

Errore.

I had the most uncomfortable “sleeping” experience of my ever-livin’ life. Not very fantastic at all. I flipped and flopped and fell and started and stopped like a fish out of water driving a sputtering car off of a cliff. (I don’t know, don’t ask. Just laugh.)

So leaving at godawful:00 AM got us to Milan at stillasleep:30 PM. Slugged off the train, crawled to a Kebap restaurant, slothed back to the train station, stumbled onto the Metro, and fell into the lap of the Fiera Milan.

Funny how that works.

We strolled up to the front like we owned the place, only to find out that we didn’t. We only showed up for the freebie fair, not the pricey fair. The freebie fair’s entrance was, of course, on the opposite side of the complex.

Sweet.

We gathered up and strength-in-numbers-ed ourselves through the parking lot and around to the back/side of the sprawling area.It looked like we were trying to break in, I swear.

The good news is, we got in. The bad news is, we figured out that we only had about an hour to peruse due to train schedules. So within an hour, we covered as much ground as we possibly could (which turned out to be a surprisingly large chunk-o-stuff) and saw as much as our brains could handle. We saw everything from pink plush thrones (umm…ew) to chairs that you can’t sit in (literally, the chair was programmed to run away from potential sitters) to magnetic freeform lighting…basically everything from ew to extraordinary.

Wrapped that up and and Metroed to the train station. We were forced to take a Eurostar train to Firenze. Eurostar is pretty, pseudocomfy, and pricey. It was worth it to get back to Santa Chiara on time.

Friday was a sleep day. Catching up is always the fun part, when it comes to sleep deprivation.

Saturday passed fairly uneventfully, with a semifocus on studio and more sleep.

Sunday has been a little lower on the productivity scale. But I’ve got it under control, of course.

Did I mention that for Italian class we had to group up and write a 15 minute script…in Italian? My group tossed around ideas and settle on the one I pitched: a parody of life at Santa Chiara. Choosing my idea meant caricaturing every important event/figure here, which I contend is always a load of fun.

So that’s how it sits, for now.

I will catch up with you all…probably after Thursday.

Why after Thursday? Let me count the ways:

1. Paolo’s paper due Tuesday
2. Italian homework due Tuesday
3. Studio due Thursday

So yeah. Wish us luck.

Charles

(P.S. I forgot to make a joke of sorts about working in the kitchen on Saturday night. I managed to cut my thumb whilst chopping up potatoes. New blood, get it? Ha.)