Cortona, Month 2

So I've been slightly lackadaisical in my blogging of late and I do apologize to all of my fans, all 3 of you. Cortona has been, well, interesting. Don't misunderstand me, I'm having a blast, but it's kind of weird. We call our teachers by their first names, we dance on bars with our R.A. (well, some of us do), and a glass of wine is 1 or 2 euro. All of this, plus school is really hard, like really, really hard. I'm constantly having to read stuff by that ass clown Nathaniel Hawthorne, develop film and then try to pretend to write creatively. And I do all of that after staying up all night at the Lion's Well. Since I can't really recap the entire past month in one post, I'll just give the escapades from the past few days.
Tuesday night, my roommate Laran and I decided to go have wine and do homework. It sounds like a brilliant idea I know, but, it turns out, doing homework while being highly intoxicated does not produce very good results. I know, it surprised me too. I don't remember much of Tuesday night.
We had our first photography project due Thursday at 8 a.m. so Wednesday night was spent in the dark room. Don't worry though, Anderson had his backpack at dinner and we filled it with the leftover wine from the teachers' table. So, I may or may not have been slightly inebriated whilst making my prints. Then, Jones, Laran, Anderson and I decided it would probably be a good idea to stay up until 1 watching Arrested Development and drinking wine. They drank straight from the bottle, but I drank from a plastic cup because I'm a lady.
Thursday morning was barrel of monkeys, as you could have probably guessed, and I had to take a little tiger snooze after photo. I also got to take a quiz in Art History that afternoon which I probably bombed because I was watching a tv show instead of doing my reading. I'm a bit of what is commonly known as an "under-achiever". Well after all of these projects and quizzes and the 2 poems that I almost forgot to write, Jones and I decided that we needed some vino biancho. It was a good choice. After dinner, Jones, Christine and I ventured to the Well and it all went downhill after that. Our R.A., Daniel, and the Italian professor, Marco, turned up and we had a jolly old time watching Canadian students try to hit on Daniel and Marco. I also spent a good majority of the night pretending not to notice that Giulio, the Italian who I drunkenly made out with and then told I had a boyfriend, was sitting behind me. I think I did a pretty good job. And by "pretty good job" I mean I was really awkward. At around 1 we left the Well and Jones, Daniel, Marco and I went and got some foccaccia from a lovely little sketchy bakery. It was the best bread I've ever had in my life. After the trek up the hill we were reunited with Christine who had left the Well with her Italian, Michele. Then we all decided it would be a great idea to play soccer...in the hallway...at 2 in the morning. It was really fun. And then we got yelled at. It was Daniel's fault, he's the one who brought out the soccer ball. Our bad. Obviously, I've felt great all day and I'm pretty sure my brain will never function the same.
It's been a good month and I would recommend Cortona to anyone and everyone. It's quite the odd little place, probably all of the Etruscan ghosts.