I'm having a hard time gathering my thoughts right now because so much is going on here (i.e. hood junk) and back home (i.e. sister getting married, summer job search, Ke$ha), therefore I am going to pull a concept from the film "Mean Girls" and simply word vomit.
Went to the beach yesterday in a small town called Anzio. Had the best meal I've had here at a place on the beach called "Alceste." They have amazing service which is a first for Italy and the food is orgasmic especially if you're like me and have a soft spot for seafood. If I ever have a serious girlfriend and decide I want to marry her I may take her here and propose after a wonderful dinner. Seriously dude this shit is insane good and stupid flawless. Also, I finally got the chance to scratch my outdoor adventurer itch. The problem is that, like most itches, once you start to scratch you can't stop, so I'm going back this weekend to do some more exploring.
I've noticed I don't really care about the glorious art in this town or the finely made sculptures that are everywhere. I do acknowledge the fact that it's cool how someone is able to create something like that but I really just don't give a rats ass about it. If anything it kind of pisses me off seeing so much money being put in to the materialistic beauty of the church. Back in the states people complain about churches wasting money but it is nothing like it is here. These churches stand as some sort of holiest of hollies when, in actuality, they work as more of a museum. I went to a church friday that had a magnificent mausoleum for a family that helped support the church with their money and in the same wing there was nothing of Jesus but a crappy looking old painting; and this isn't a rare find. I know the cross and the face of Jesus are all nothing but symbols in their most basic form, but for something as wrapped up in symbols and tradition as the Roman Catholic church you sure would think they would have more art about Jesus (the end all be all of the faith) and less about Popes and Saints (sinners that are no better than the next person).
I just realized that next Wednesday will be the start of my spring break. I'm gonna be going to Paris and Greece. I don't care much for Paris as of now---art and a false sense of accomplishment don't tend to be "a few of my favorite things." I am however very excited about Greece and being on the beach and fishing and enjoying the adventure of the ocean. Whilst I hear/read on facebook and twitter of people (girls specifically) having a hard time getting their bods ready for spring break because of things like the late night battle of deciding between What-a-burger and Josie's (cough cough Haley Howey) I am here in the land of "everything is expensive" and have decided to place food in the luxury column of my expense account and therefore eat very little and sometimes don't eat at all, which then leads to the body of Hercules and the opportunity to remind Greece of better times. That being said, I am officially the funniest person I know and the sexiest person I know. An accomplishment I am very proud of and in the same thought wary of; for now it will be nearly impossible for me to find a girl suitable enough--my standards are already "flying high like a G6" and now they're even higher (never settle for less and never date down).
ALSO! The new Childish Gambino album drops on Tuesday and I think I may have a heart attack when it does. And I will now shut up to spare ya'll the juicy details of how erotic that day will be.
Now play this song while you check out some of my favorite pictures...
"To find a woman of equal beauty and splendor means I'm gonna need Indiana Jones, The DeLorean, imagination, and a 50% loss in eyesight"- Jared Keith Brannon, 2011 AD
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