. . . .or a local will push me. . . .

Forgive me followers, for I have neglected this blog.
It's been one week since my last blog post.

What have I been doing with my time? Well, work, foodstuffs, and watching documentaries and the Daily Show and Colbert Report.

School is going well. My head is sort of finally resting on my shoulders. There are also only two weeks until the Fall Break, so there's a definite finish line to strive for, or, actually, breathlessly reach for with outstretched arms. I suppose it's halfway save point, in video game terms, where you jump into the barrel, and all your previous work is saved, but you still haven't beat the level yet.
Oh, Donkey Kong metaphors. The biggest challenge now is the huge gap between extremely motivated and students who want to be challenged and those who really, really need a lot of help just to follow along. I'll figure something out, I'm sure.

Yesterday was absolutely gorgeous out, but I lazily spent most of the day lounging, watching Jon Stewart's various musical guests, and eating chocolate chip pancakes with vegan canned whip cream! MMM! (no sarcasm)

We went out with the staff to Gothenburg for the night. We started off at a pretty nice restaurant, and I received five pounds of gnocchi which I barely dented! We sat in the wine cellar, which was spooky, albeit freezing. After dinner some parted ways, but ten of us went out on the town. The first place we went to was called Puta Madre (for realz) and it was this Baton Rouge type of Vaudeville place where the servers were all dressed thematically. From the outside it looked like a shithole, but we walked in and it was beautiful. After an hour or so, what was left of the group (nationalities present were: Canada, U.K, South Africa, Iran and Sweden) went to the watering hole next door. I must say, I was not pushed by anyone this week, which was an immense relief. On the bus ride home, I was giving a Swedish 18 year old boy a musical education. The only music he knew from Canada was Nickelback and Neil Young. It also turned out I knew way more Swedish music then he did. I asked him if he knew Tom Waits, and he did not. However, a boy sitting in front of us did, so we began to compare what music we knew and loved. Eventually, we made it home back to the hustling and bustling town of Borås. . . .woo hoo (sarcasm).

So today. . . I have accomplished very little. I made popcorn, (on the oven) watched a documentary by Stephen Hawking, and one about Psychology, ate pancakes (with no soy whip this time-gotta be sensible) marked literally three student papers, and cleaned my apartment for a total of one minute.

It's beautiful out today, so I will drag my lazy behind outside for a walk, and perhaps go to the gym I just signed up for.

I miss home and special needs programs and family and friends and BBQ chips and Toboggan and Jangles and my fish who may be dead and having blinds in my room and being able to watch Sens game and sarcasm.
But I'm glad to be here, and I am not complaining.