Milan, Italy - July 15th

Today, we did not have class but instead had an online test to take, so I was able to sleep in a bit. After taking the test, I was planning on going to Florence for the weekend but was running low on clean clothes. I decided to run a load of laundry but like an idiot I put the blue "France" shirt I had gotten back in Paris in the bunch on accident. The result was my clothes being tinted blue. I took them upstairs and put them in my shower under hot water which got a lot of the dye out but my clothes were still soaked. The clothes I planned to wear to Florence were my dark polo and jeans which weren't effected by the dye so I put them on, determined to not let the laundry prevent me from getting to Florence, especially since it was Ashlee's birthday, and she had spent a lot of the morning trying to get a hotel reservation for me to stay the night. So in my wet clothes, I headed to the central station.

There, I almost lost it when I had to wait in line for almost an hour at the "fast ticket" machine while the Italians in front of me couldn't figure out their own ticket machine. The people in front of me would spent 15 minutes picking out a ticket and then do something stupid like hit the "cancel" button and have to start over or hit the pay with card instead of cash and instead of hitting "back", they would start over. The whole time I waited in line, the hideous couple in front of me continued to make out in the Italian PDA fashion. Finally at the machine, I couldn't believe it when I found out the tickets to Florence, only an hour and a half train ride away, were over 50 Euro. Hopes crushed, I wondered back to the dorm. There, I changed out of my wet clothes into some dry ones.

Later that night, the group decided to go back to "Old Fashion", the outdoor nightclub we'd been to the week before. This time it was much more crowded than before. It took forever to get a drink and I must have elbowed at least 20 people in the head while dancing. Despite the crowd, we stayed there until it closed at 4:30 AM and took a cab home. While waiting for a taxi, I almost got into a fight with a dumbass Italian guy who would not leave the girls I was with alone. Italian guys are the worst when it comes to their way of hitting on girls. At the dorm, I went straight to bed.