Since being back from Budapest, life has been just chilling. Especially when I went to the ice sculpture garden the other day - that was especially chilly. There is an ice sculpture garden in Uppsala and sculptures all around the city. They are brought in from Lapland, Sweden which is about 5 hours north of me and very cold. I think that eskimos actually live up there and their made mode of transportation is dog sledding - which is cool unless you were forced to read the book Stone Fox in grade school, then dog sledding doesn't seem so cool. Spoiler alert: the sled dog dies. Not the best read for a second grader (or third, and fourth - thank you Mrs. Hoffman for that torture). Sorry for the tangent.
Currently I am sitting in a hostel in Stockholm alone trying to amuse myself after a wonderful afternoon with myself. I had to stay in Stockholm for the night so I can be closer to the airport because I have an early flight to Florence in the morning!!! HIIII ANNALISA!!! HIIII EMILY!!!! So excited to see you guys. So today I took the train to Stockholm and then walked around a little bit. Then I went to a coffee shop (wish it was the other kind of coffee shop but whatevs) and did some studying for my test thats next week - which I need a 50% to pass. It should be a real toughie. So obviously Ani and I will just be in the library the whole time I'm in Florence, jokes. I will study when my flight is most likely delayed as usual - thank you RyanAir.
On Ash Wednesday though I went to mass because I am like the most devout Catholic ever duh. (Momma aren't you proud??) Although the reading is always the same I left more confused than usual, probably because the whole mass was in Swedish and the only words I understood were Corinthians, Joel, and Amen. But the best part of the church was that they actually had nuns wearing habits and everything #oldschoolnunswag. So much more stylish than Sister Jean and Sister Katherine. But anywho hopefully my Lenten resolutions won't be too hard this year. I decided to give up sweets and run at least 50 miles. The running will be a breeze but the sweets might pose a little bit of a problem due to the care package (the most epic care package ever actually - LOVE YOU MOMMA) Leslie sent me with homemade oreos which is like my version of kryptonite. I stored them in the freezer though so ROOMMATES DON'T EAT THEM!
I had my last class for my Swedish Politics class on Thursday so now I have an exam and then I will be starting my next class which is going to be international sustainability and research development which seems cool so I am excited. And I switched out of Religious Life in Sweden to Comparative Welfare States for my third course because even though Sweden is like 87% Lutheran I think 100% of them are atheists. And I would totally rather learn about how it is a social norm to have kids at 20 because of such a stronger welfare state compared to some outdated religious stuff that I probably learned and forgot in my 13 years of Catholic schooling. But back to the babies - it is like super normal for people who look younger than me to be toting around babies like they are a fashion bag. But I mean they are cute babies so I am thinking about getting one too.
Also last night we went to a nation - which is referred to as the "meat market" by locals which is funny because let's say if that was a deli back home, I didn't want any of the meats they were selling. It was fun though, but the main reason we went was to escape the infamous corridor party. So I like in a building that is in a neighborhood of 10 identical buildings, all with 7 floors and 2 corridors of 12 people on each floor. A lot of times the corridors will throw parties and when I say parties I mean ragers. I think they are really fun but usually super crowded. However, the party last night was on my floor!! My side of the floor was very anti-party because no one wants to clean up that shit. So we locked our conjoining doors and pushed the couches in front of the doors and our plan was successful! Yahoo!!!!
Sorry this post was so scattered and random, but it is hard to organize your thoughts when the computer keeps telling you it is going to timeout on you because I can't find any punctuation on this stupid Swedish keyboard that is missing the O key. Underratedly the hardest part of traveling is when you get to a different country with different letters in the alphabet so their keyboards aren't the same as American ones. No thanks to you Mavis Fucking Beacon, I am not an internationally savvy typer.
Until next time... Ciao Bitchez
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