Alright, this is the official call for voting disco dancing into the olympic games. Particularly Euro disco dancing. I consider myself to be a relatively avid dancer, but I had to peace out early (1:30 or so) because I was just TOO DAMN TIRED.
notice the cute couple to the left COULD I GET ANY CREEPIER. i dont care. they are sweet hahah
Granted, today WAS another busy one so I have a right to be worn out. It began with a failed attempt to sleep in, followed by finally paying my rent, going to the shopping center with the girls, finally purchasing essentials (yes, more essentials) like a loofah, a hair brush, an agenda, and some chicken and meatballs.
ACTUAL FOOD exists in my life again and I cannot wait to eat it. Not that I haven’t been absolutely loving my diet of crackers and cheese and licorice. How can someone expect a candy fiend like me to eat anything else when the candy aisles here are beyond insane?! They even have black licorice ice cream, but I have yet to bring myself to eat ice cream when it is cold outside. Probably should do it now before it gets any chillier I suppose.
I was unable to actually eat any other of my new purchases (except some candy on the bus of course) because some boys were making German lasagna for a little crowd of 12 people so of course I couldn’t turn that down. While I was getting ready to leave everyone in the world got on skype so I got to talk for an hour or so. Then dinner, pre party, and disco around ten! We picked up quite a few friends on or walk there, growing from nine people to 15..quite a dance circle. I dont know if any of you have heard of Swedish House Mafia but people around here go crazy for it..you should have seen the dance floor when that baby hit the airwaves.
The music was so-so but give me anything with a beat and of course I love it. My crazy dancing tactics were on the tame side of this dance floor so you know I was loving it. Two-or-so hours in and I was a sweaty mess, and ready for a break, which eventually turned into talking to people and getting tired SOOOO I joined another girl who was ready to leave on our trek back to Ryd, the student housing.
I have really come to treasure my relaxing time when I get on the computer, creep on the ABQ facebook goings on and drink my stress relief tea. Tonight my tea bag had the loveliest little words of wisdom.
But yeah, it was a nice thing to read :)
Miss you all!
Life is essentially comprised of experiences with opportunities for opposing interpretations. TRANSLATION: It all depends how you look at it.
Fear of going somewhere new is no fun, but the excitement that comes along with it is.
Missing your bed(s) at home is no fun, but bringing your comforter with you to another country is!
Five hour layovers are no fun, but people watching is–particularly in the international wing (think lots of languages)
I refrained from taking pictures hah in effort to conceal my rudeness
Saying goodbye is no fun, but going away parties are!
- Chips, salsa, and guacamole
- Chicken and shrimp kabobs
- Fruit Salad
- Jenny’s coconut cupcakes
It was so nice to see everyone, sorry if you didnt make it into a picture (most of you didnt) because my camera went out at like 8 hah BUT I was so glad that I got a chance to see the people I care about all in one room!
I am sitting in the Dulles airport right now, I am boarding the plane in about an hour and a half and I am incredibly nervous. Not only for the plane ride (yes flying scares me a bit), but for navigating by myself from the airport to the train station in Stockholm to Linkoping to my dorm room. Also, the concept of being cut off from the world basically by turning off my phone for five months is just crazy to think about.
My anxiety is seriously taking over my body right now(room is spinning a bit and I have a headache and feel nauseous), but writing about it seems to help. I really hope that I can address this problem once I get settled in. I just have to keep reminding myself that I am fine and that nothing physical is wrong with me.
Ill keep you all posted! :)
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Word of the Day
to break into pieces.
13 hrs 56 mins till I am back home
There is only one thing you can do to get out of this rut: take action. Let that wild urge for activity lead you somewhere new and pleasant. Have everyone over for some big time fun. You have earned the right to goof off and so have they–and besides, you need their opinion on those big changes you are thinking about making. While they are all in the house pas sout a sign up sheet for the painting or moving party.
It’s seriously creepy how spot on horoscopes can be some times. Funnily enough, I was planning on having a get together before my departure to Sweden. Invites will be distributed shortly–via facebook most likely–so keep your calendars free in the August 18-20 range :) There shall be food!!
That is all, I have to be up in 5 hours and I still have yet to pack.