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Traveling nerves
Apr. 23rd, 2007 11:56 amI'm packing my bags and going to Sweden tonight, and I will be gone from the US for 3 weeks.
I'm preparing for some serious psychological bitchslapping from my parents for gaining weight this last year in the US. You never grow too old for parental psycho-bitchslapping.
After a week of bitchslapping in the south of Sweden I'm going to stay with friends in Uppsala (and start eating again!). There will be parties and dinners, games and long walks in the woods and fields, reports say that the weather is really pretty there right now.
I'm almost too hyper to write this, my future is unknown after current work projects are over and I'm once again convinced that no one in Colorado needs an archivist like me and not even Borders fucking Bookstores would hire me (even though I'm an awesome bookstore employee) just because the phone numbers to many of my references start with the wrong country code.
I'm kinda depressed and happy at the same time..which leaves a very schizophrenic after-taste.
Part of me feels that I'm leaving an urgent situation unattended here in the US, when I go to Sweden, the other part just wants to have a nice time.
There will be lots of photos taken and posted.
I need to pack clothes that I look slim in, I'm scared, lalala, no air-plane crashes or terrorists..lalalala.
I'm preparing for some serious psychological bitchslapping from my parents for gaining weight this last year in the US. You never grow too old for parental psycho-bitchslapping.
After a week of bitchslapping in the south of Sweden I'm going to stay with friends in Uppsala (and start eating again!). There will be parties and dinners, games and long walks in the woods and fields, reports say that the weather is really pretty there right now.
I'm almost too hyper to write this, my future is unknown after current work projects are over and I'm once again convinced that no one in Colorado needs an archivist like me and not even Borders fucking Bookstores would hire me (even though I'm an awesome bookstore employee) just because the phone numbers to many of my references start with the wrong country code.
I'm kinda depressed and happy at the same time..which leaves a very schizophrenic after-taste.
Part of me feels that I'm leaving an urgent situation unattended here in the US, when I go to Sweden, the other part just wants to have a nice time.
There will be lots of photos taken and posted.
I need to pack clothes that I look slim in, I'm scared, lalala, no air-plane crashes or terrorists..lalalala.
