We’ve hit the 24 hour mark, and these last ones will be filled with packing (since I haven’t started, though at least all my clothes are finally clean) and cleaning and not hanging out with D-Bag because he’s GONE. Perhaps I’ll touch on that later, perhaps I won’t, but at least if any tears were shed, they happened after our hallway parting in the solace of one’s empty, cold, clean laundry-strewn room. Oh yes, that definitely does not not need to be touched upon. Since my sheets are drying for my room-check later today, I slept on my couch last night and will again this evening. And by couch, I mean half of a loveseat that wakes me up at 6:30 a.m. because of shooting back spasms and is no way fit to make one feel even remotely like sitting on a plane for a very long time very soon.
Last night I sang karaoke for the first time in my life– Backstreet Boys’ “I Want it That Way” AND Guns ‘n Roses’ “Sweet Child o Mine.” The best part about these two songs, besides of course my obvious sobriety, was that I can sing them verbatim without the words on the screen. This is especially helpful when one wants to really emote on stage, or if you were to say have the Sweet Child o Mine video memorized and want to swing the microphone by it’s cord during Slash’s last guitar solo, only to be verbally reprimanded by the German karaoke controller man. My bad, sir. My friend Katie also sang these with me so I didn’t feel like a complete fool, and there may be photos but I feel those are best left in the blackmail vault.
Is this my last post? Am I supposed to come back with some sort of drawn out good-bye or a list of thank yous or multiple personal revelations about how studying abroad has changed my life? I suppose I’ll save that for the plane, then give you one last nugget of wisdom so you know I’ve arrived safely. In the meantime, get prepared for my triumphant return to blogging solo (the link is just a shameless plug to my other blog; like this one, only less direction, no Lauren, and more embarrassing self-promotion.)
