Jumping the Gun

Current mood: Excited and Nervous
Physiological affects of my current mood: butterflies in my stomach
Since writing an e-mail to each individual person, or even e-mailing a mass e-mail to individual people, sounds like a hassle and a half, I've decided to write a blog about my coming adventures. I figure this is a good way to go about it, because then people I wouldn't think to e-mail while I'm filling my brain with German cultures, customs and language will get a chance to read what I'm up to as well. Also, no annoying e-mails about things you don't care about! You are welcome to read or not read, but if you ignore an e-mail from me, I will shun you. According to my countdown, I have seventy-two days of America left. Seventy-two days to see all of my friends and family, before I get into that giant metal bird and fly away from the country in which I was born and raised. Countdowns are a little sad, just waiting for the days to pass by. I am, however ecstatic and somewhat terrified. Ten months in a foreign country will probably not be the easiest thing I've done in my life, but now is the time. I am going to go live alone for a little short of a year and come home more cultured and well spoken than ever before. I am nervous for the plane ride mostly. I'm not excited for flying. . . Scratch that, I don't mind flying, if the plane is flying, that's good, plummeting to the ground is my real fear. Germany: I am going to Germany for ten months, not just Germany, but to Bielefeld, to study at their University. The name of this blog comes from, surprise, surprise, the Bielefeld Conspiracy, which you can read about here on the classiest informational website ever, Wikipedia, which is located four links from the top on Google. It's a silly thing, but, maybe it's just true. So here I am, becoming a conspirator of Bielefeld, an amazing feeling, but much responsibility. Shhh. . . . let's keep this a secret! Okay, so I'm not sure how often I'm going to write here before I actually leave, probably a few times, because a year abroad isn't always just about that year, it is also about everything leading up to and a few months afterward. Please bear with me for the next seventy-two days, or rather, you are welcome to wait that time and just get to the good stuff.