"Don't use the brakes. Cars are made to go, not to stop! "

Here's some documentation of my pre-Florence adventures:

Shirley and I did crafts at late nights at the DMA.

And ate copious amounts of cotton candy at the Ranger's game.

And went to your mom's.

I left for Florence on Monday at noon and got to Florence Tuesday afternoon. I have never felt grimier than I did after I got off the plane.

Florence is amazing. The city is beautiful, the weather is a little warm, but nice. There are about 280 people in the program with me, and a few of them even seem like people I might deign to be friends with.

Yesterday, I met a girl from Mount Holyoke. When I introduced myself and told her that I went to Wellesley, she said "I thought you might." - she knew because of my hair. I have the stereotypical and easily identifiable Wellesley chop. Damn.