Ciao

I'm in Rome!! It's so weird to me now. I wasn't even excited until I saw the planes at the airport this morning. But even then I was more worried that I'm going to want to murder this girl that I'm with. But no, I'm here, and it's grand, and there is no way I'm letting this bitch ruin things for me.

First of all. The Dublin airport is simple. I like it. Ryanair is a little shady, but it works and it's cheap, and I have no qualms with it. That 3oz rule is just something that I can not retain. Each time I've gotten on the plane there has been something that I just throw in my bag and they take it. I was pretty pissed off about it for a few minutes.

Pause, the real first of all is that the buses in downtown Dublin are always late. ALWAYS no matter what. I don't know why that was so shocking. And I hate asking people for directions. And this girl is asking questions for stupid shit. She wanted to ask another bus driver if the bus we needed really came to this stop even though all the signs said it did. I had to do some deep breaths. We got to the airport just find though--with hours to spare.

Got some food, went through security, got some coffee, waited around, got on the plane, found some seats, everything was fine. Joking around, good times. The flight was fine. I just listened to my ipod and dozed the whole time. Landing was not the greatest. It was one where people were clapping afterward.

The second we got off the plan the freaking out began. We found a shuttle from the Ciampino airport to downtown somewhere. I don't remember. That was fine. We were dropped off at a bus station/metro station, and then it got weird. There are three of us that have never been here before. But there are three of us. You'd think that our combined travel knowledge would be enough to comfort a person's fears. But no. She just started marching around with this paper in her hand and when it wasn't obvious where we were supposed to go because everything is in Italian and I feel like it isn't that clear even in Italian, she got teary eyed. I have no sympathy for that. I just want to slap people like that. Are you just going to stand here and cry until someone tells you where you are supposed to go? I was really irritated. We found the bus though cause this guy basically walked us over to it, and then we found our stop because this other guy told us to get off where he got off, and then he pointed us in the right direction and told us better directions than what we had from the hostel. And then this girl was practically running through the streets. I wasn't having it. I was strolling behind them and they kept asking me if I were alright. Yeah bitches I'm fine, I'm just trying to enjoy this city by night and look around me a little bit.

I feel like this girl is traveling to check things off a list. We were heading to the hostel. To her that meant don't look around for anything other than landmarks that will tell you where this hostl is. We crossed the river. It was amazing. One way you could see the moon super low and really yellow and half covered by a cloud. I would have loved to take a picture of it. The other way is this huge domed building. I don't know what it was, but I will find out. Anyway, I don't think she saw any of it. Most of the fun of travling to me is actually getting to a place. I love riding buses and trains and just walking. I don't have a set in stone list of things that I need to see for the sake of saying that I've seen those things. That's bullshit. That doesn't mean anything. I was just angry and I really wanted to say fuck you guys, go run to the hostel, I'll see you there later. But I couldn't do that. I didn't even know the name of the place.

We go here though and the first thing she does is get on a computer. That's fine. Do whatever you want. I through my stuff in a locker, locked it up, and wanted to turn around and do something. The other girl was hungry so we went to eat. The three of us got down to the main door and it's weird because you can't get back in once it's closed--you have to buzz up to the reception and that's a pain. But the stupid girl finally said that she didn't want to go because she was just really tired and wanted to sleep. Thank God. I couldn't stand looking at her face anymore. So me and this other girl went in search of pizza. And we found it. And it was fantastic. And I think I'm going to go there every night and get a different kind of pizza because it's right near the hostel and really cheap. We also had our first gelato of the weekend. Wonderful. I'm happy again.

When we got back here, first girl had to let us in and she asked us how dinner was. We were excited so we said it was great! We had pizza and gelato! She said "thanks..." What the fuck does that mean? I wanted to throw her in front of a scooter. You didn't want to come bitch. There is no way I'm feeling bad for your lame ass. I'm being profane, sorry Grandma haha

They went to sleep and I got on this free computer here. A little bit ago the girl I like came out and told me the plan for tomorrow. She was the messanger. It was really super important that I know that we are all getting up at 7:15, eating breakfast at 8, leaving by 8:30, and getting to the colosseum by 9. Did she think I would sleep through all the alarms going off in our room? Did she think that I would just decide not to go? I think she's just super controling and paranoid and can't just enjoy anything. She doesn't appreciate anything, she doesn't see anything but what she thinks she's supposed to see....ahhhhh it just makes me so mad. I just might end up bitching her out before we leave. And I won't care, because I never have to see her again really. I've only seen her one time before this and she's leaving next month. It's grand.

But anyway, tomorrow we're doing the colosseum, forum, pantheon, and something else. She has our day all planned out for us of course. It will be great though. Tons and tons of pictures I'm sure. And probably some more complaining tomorrow.