Occupation: Sightseer? Sightsee-er?

Soooo I'm in Rome. It's pretty much beautiful. Everywhere you turn there is something beautiful and ancient and I would just sit and stare for hours. But there is too much to see in just three full days. I met Karoliina who is from Greece (she's Greek and Finnish and exploring Europe during her gap year) and we've been hanging out and touring Rome. Yesterday was the Vatican Museum and around the city centre, today was the Colosseum and Trastevere (my favorite part of the city). I apologize as I am far too tired to really write or be witty and a nap sounds so good right now. I'll update more when I'm a little bouncier.

Neglect.

I'm a terrible blogger. I'm sorry it's been a while since I've posted. To be fair, a lot has happened. I hate drama. I don't deal well with drama. It only encourages dramatic behavior within myself and then I have a moment where I stop and think, "Ariana Marie. What in the world is your problem? Suck it up! Eat some chocolate! Do some pushups! Write a sad poem in your journal and move on!" Well this is kind of like a journal so here goes nothing:

Drama, a haiku.
Hey you, post office!
I need my medication
Don't be such a jerk.

So poetry isn't my strong point. Whatever. I was happy for about a week when the sun came out and the temperature warmed up a bit. I went on a nice walk along the river and took pictures of things I liked. I have a dinky little point-and-shoot camera which always makes me feel inadequate. But I really should be accustomed to it since most of my middle school students are about my height.

In two weeks I have February vacation. I don't call it spring break because it's not in spring. Whose idea was it to call that week spring break? I think he/she and I need to have a talk. I am so excited because I'm going to Rome!!! I booked my flight and now I just need to find somewhere to stay. My original host had a complication with the sleeping arrangement so I must find another place. If worse comes to worst, I'll book a hostel or hotel. I must run to my afternoon classes but I will leave you with another brilliant piece of poetry:

Children, another haiku.
Quiet now children,
Miss Teacher's ears are tired
How many more days?