Numero Uno

Ciao tutti!! (Hello All!)

I look good in pink, don't I ?? (I was referring to the background of my blog...) Anyway, this is my first post of my blog for Italy, where everyone can follow me, (Siri, bellsers, Seeer, baby bell, booger bear, or anything else you'd like to call me {Please, no profanity, those of you know who you are. Be nice.) geeking out over boring art, architecture, art history, Roman Ruins, etc. Try not to fall asleep!

I will begin by chronicling my application process. I applied. I got in. I applied for a student visa. I got it. I bought books. They are coming. I paid a lot of money. I'm going to Italy. See? That wasn't SO bad.

I am leaving on July 3rd, and (I think) meeting with a girl in Chicago, and we will fly to Detroit together, where we are going to meet up with two other girls in the program. We're all flying to Rome, where we will then catch a train to the nearest stop to San Gemini, which is Terni (if you are looking at a map, that part was for you) and then our contact people will pick us up and take us to our apartments. We have access to full kitchens, and one apartment has a kitchen in it. There is one single room, and the rest are doubles.

After everyone arrives on the 4th of July, the 5th is orientation. (Which from past experience, are always frought with akward get-to-know-each-other trust and name games, where everyone will learn what my favorite color is, where I'm from, how much I don't care about what everyone else's favorite color is, etc.) Then I have class at 8:30 (ahh, rough. At least I don't work in a glitter factory, is all I have to say. hhahaaaahahah!) which is Traditional Painting Methods and Restoration Techniques, and then at 10:30 (oh, I'm actually waking up now, at this point) I have Preservation Issues and Theory. Then in the afternoon we have Workshops, which will be little field trips, but mainly learning and creating different frescoes, oils, etc... so basically everything awesome. Then from July 18th to the 26th we will be taking a trip through Siena (2 days), Venice (three days), and Rome (4 days).

When I mention things in this blog, I don't expect anyone to actually know what I'm talking about, so I'll try to explain as best I can. However, for your understanding pleasure, I may as well just include a link to www.wikipedia.org as and endnote to every paragraph. For example...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Gemini

Under Main Sites, it includes the archaeological site of Carsulae, which we will travel to the first day.

Okay, that's all for now I guess. As an endnote*, I will proceed to tell everyone why my blog is named Siri's Glitter Factory. You can read it or not, I don't care, but it's a very logical explanation, although a bit random.

To this great day, and tomorrow!

Siri




* okay. So let me set the scene. I am taping off the walls in our living room to get ready to paint it a lovely grey-blue color. As I am doing this, I see that there, somehow, is GLITTER stuck on a wall. Not glitter paint, glue, or anything with adhesive in it, just random little green and blue glitters. So, I remark aloud to Kristin and Kirsten ( my two roomies) that I just found some glitter on wall, and that glitter sticks to EVERYTHING and you can never get rid of it. Then I wonder aloud if there are glitter factories. My thought process gets to this conclusion BECAUSE: If one worked in a glitter factory, it would suck because as previously stated, glitter gets on everything and you can never EVER get it off, therefore, if you worked in a glitter factory you would always have glitter on you and could never get it off. This would make ME very frustrated and angry, and I'm assuming it would make everyone else so as well. Now Kirsten (probably trying to escape my demented ramblings) remarks she must leave for work (Scheels) and that she doesn't want to go. I then say, "Well at least you don't work in a glitter factory." The End. I'm sorry, but you have just succumbed to a very lengthy, waste-of-your-brain-cells, typically pointless and bad story of mine. I'm famous for them. Again, my apologies.