i can already tell you this is going to be a long post. and. a. weird. one. bare/bear (i never know which is correct). with.
1. i'm going to europe. in 21 minus 9 days. you do the math. i'll keep typing. i'm leaving for 3 months. and i have a feeling im about to embark on the most travelicious trip of my life. with some of my best friends. sorority sisters. arkansas sisters. bible study sisters. ok so there are only 6 of us but i'm categorizing a few into many of them. actually all. anyway, we get a bike when we get there.
notice: there is a secret suh-um suh-um on the bottom of the seat. yay for secret compartments but two thumbs down for drinking and bicycling simultaneously. europeans are like martians.
2. as enlightening and epic as this trip will be, it won't be unless i have communication with reality back at home. and there's something you need to know about me. i visualize and picture things in my head that generally (ok actually never) happen in the way i thought they would. but all i keep thinking about is retrieving little brown packages tied up with strings. (thank me later for getting it stuck in your head.)
3. i keep thinking about random instances over there when i'm gonna need something random i havent thought of. good thing my mom has thought of everything and then some. hence the random plug in ma-jig-er.
4. i partially visualize myself in a lush palace wearing big hats like Prince William's girlfriend {fiance}, sipping tea with the Queen, and laughing at all the preposterous and petty woes of yesterday and looking forward to the masqued ball the following day. inset: my envisioned boudoir.
however, i said partially visualize. the other half is the gritty reality of the whole thing {and i'm secretly excited about it. what?} think of eat pray love {minus all the sappy zen stuff and lots of money} with an oversized backpack, 1493 degrees colder, and mainly in europe... and you've got yourself a girl's adventure into pure womanhood. seedy hostels {inset: i put up a decent one so mom wouldn't empty my bank account and lock me in my room until april.} eating bread morsels, sore back, numb toes, cramped legs, and you've got yourself an actual picture of what most likely is going to be me here very soon. and i can't wait. planning in my head the worst is going to help me.
i refuse to be that girl. the one that complains about the weight of her backpack and the questions about where the majestic castle is so she can lay her princess head down on her golden-feathered peacock pillow. yeah, that wont be me. swear.{i wore my backpack to the dinner table and proceeded to keep it on for an hour around the house. once. i'm golden.} i'm picturing a novel coming out of this... one of those classic indie novels about self-discovery through trial and tribulation. ny best seller. yeah or i'll keep dreamin...
5. im gonna close on 5 and the crowd goes wild. calm down. i don't really have a 5. just a few random pictures i've collected over the years that are dying to be blogged up. amateur bloggette. i know. pipe down. my crowd base will consist of my mother and grandmother. hi mom. and lala.
i would much rather have this ring than a big bulky class ring when i graduate. just sayin. its totes approps.
this is a handmade swing necklace. i picture myself reading books in it. strike that, attempting. until it hurts my bottom or i crash to the floor. nonetheless, its on the christmas list.
it's snowing outside my window. this is lovely. sunshine in all that cold.
so if i can find a random swedish hut on the world wide web, i bet i can find it in its actual stompin grounds. double dog dare me?
words of wisdom dosage uno. more to come.
--bloggin noggins out over here. peace. xoxo
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