Ready or not...

I'm sitting in the Rome Airport Hilton (a very classy establishment to be sure) and paying some absurd amount of euros to use the internet. I only had to send one stupid e-mail, but since I have it for the hour, fuck it, I guess I'll blog. Henry, who came with me to Rome to catch his own morning flight to Hamburg, is in the shower, and we just ate completely non-disgusting airport hotel restaurant pizza. My flight to the land of glogg-drinking socialist hooligans is at 5:50am tomorrow which is total bullshit. I was hoping to look fresh and fabulous to meet the other kids on my program, but after 3 weeks of eating 6 course meals and drinking way, way too much wine, thats more or less shot to shit anyway (read: i am like the side of an Italian barn). In thinking about my pending departure/arrival (I could say something profound about how those things always come together or something but Im pretty sure thats been done on 2 halllmark cards and about 1000 feel-good facebook bumper stickers), I have made a few short lists I'd like to share with you. They are the following:
Things that concern me:
1)Gravlax (picked herring enjoyed and heralded by all swedes)
2) Flying Ethiopian Air (why the only flight possible was on Fecal Handed Famine Express I have no idea...)
3) Being shunned by the Swedes for my questionable taste in footwear (namely Uggs)
4) That being at Swat for the last 2 years has seriously impacted my social skills and I havent noticed only because I've surrounded myself with likewise social retards and maintained a deluded confidence in my ability to interact with "others".

Things that I probably didn't bring enough of:
1) socks (i hate socks, but sweden is cold as eskimo balls)
2)condoms (optimistic? yes. deluded? almost definitely. ashamed? not in the slightest.)
3) smiles (jkkkkkkkkkkkkkk)

ok Im done for the night. love you all, and my next blogg will be from SCHVEDEN!!!


p.s. imagine this blogg is like your birthday on the same day as a DU theme party.....and INVITE YOUR FRIENDS!

and by your friends i mean my friends I dont want your creepy friends reading about my adventures. kthanksbye.

Preperation, Anticipation, Commovation

I have decided to get over my skepticism of the "blogosphere" (a skepticism fueled mainly by words like 'blogosphere') in order to share with all of you the tales of my Scandinavian adventure. This blog will serve as a great many things, but primarily a way for me to vent, wax, wane, extol, blabber, bitch, moan, goozch, etc. about the various goings on in Sweden. The one thing you can count on is minimal internal reflections about the "life changing" nature of the abroad experience, heart wrenching tales of the difficulties of "cultural immersion", or my "spiritual and emotional growth", because thats what my therapist is for. This will be all together a different kind of blog. It will be every sick, stupid, alarming, bitchy, silly, funny, sexual, ridiculous, scary, witty, rude, angry, sad, ecstatic, nostalgic thing that comes into my head. I can't promise it will be profound, but I can promise it will be the cold hard facts. This ain't no diary, this is Das Blogg.