Okej, so...

Okej,
So I can't believe this is my first post from Das Sverige (get it swediiiiiiiiiish) and so much has happened already. I will try to give a quick summary, because Im in the library and the keyboard keeps makíng me put swedish symbols on everything and there are many a tall blonde person waiting to use this public computer.
Here's a breakdown of the last few weeks with important details included only:

1) Arrival:
-Ethiopian Air was everything I imagined it could be. It smelled like a farm. An African Farm, where they grow fecal plants. No one spoke english, I was the only non-ethiopian on the plane, and the customs guy in Sweden asked me if I was fleeing the US via Ethiopia. I explained that I was fleeing his ugly face. No i didnt.

2) Grinda:
-The next morning we (meaning the other 33 americans on this crazy adventure) were taken to Camp Grinda (as we camp to call it), also known as an island 2 hours away by ferry that looks like Maine but with fewer lobster shacks and more scurvy-ridden bearded rowboaters. We spent 2 days with nothing to do but bond with each other. It was like being at a really awkward summer camp where there are no activities and everyone is nervously over-sharing about their sex lives in a futile effort to form some sort of early hierarchy and trying to convince everyone subtly that they are really really cool back home in hopes that it will translate. Also, there was an outhouse.
-We learned how to play a traditional viking game called "kub", which is exactly as simplistic and boring as it sounds. One throws a wooden stick at some blocks, or, "kubs" of wood. The vikings recreational options were limited, it seems, to blocks of wood. I think thats why they did so much raping and pillaging.

Ok I have to be honest I dont feel like talking about anymore stuff and I will instead continue to update for the next few days to catch up. More recent developments that are important, however, include the following:
- I lost my wallet (bummer I know, I dont know how it happened, I think it might have been stolen by Somali refugees that harrassed me at a club. I know that sounds racist, but it was scary and they were picking on my just because I was white, which sounds weird because Sweden is like, the whitest place in the history of time, but this club was more or less in the Harlem of Stockholm and I was the whitest person up in there. Oh well)
-My roommmate and I still cant figure out how to do laundry, which is kind of gross, and which is why im wearing a vince sweater dress and uggs in August (oh ya, that and its 40 degrees and I can see my breath...)
-I still dont have regular access to internet, but I can be reached via cell phone... facebook me for the number as I dont want creepers reading my supersweet blögg to stalk me.
-Im still on the prowl for a hot 7 ft swede to bring home, its looking promising.

I will write again shortly and regale you with tales of my language skills as well as the variety of silly swedish things that have happened to me and nasty scandanavian food I have been forced to tolerate. I miss you all immensely.