An Uninfected Party

Ridiculous title, I know, but I’m victoriously celebrating the end of my bout with bronchitis (20 ish hour flights and infected bronchi mix about as well as orange juice and mint toothpaste). Also, I promise that this blog* will not be one giant Hobbit pun, though there will certainly be more references. I’m visiting Hobbiton and I love the books and films, so allusions are inevitable. And if I spy any hairy children, well, I’ll probably mention a sighting of wee Hobbitses. Speaking of children, check this out: New Zealand vs Aussie kids. Just listen to those amazing accents that are even more irresistible coming from little kids. Now that you’ve seen this video, don’t be surprised if I come back with a Kiwi-accented child (don’t worry, Mum- it wouldn’t be my own biological child, of course; 8 months is too short a time for a gestation period let alone for conditioning a baby to speak in such dulcet tones).

When I’m not busy eavesdropping on native New Zealanders, I’ll be: traveling around with my family for two weeks in December, going to “summer” school from January to mid-February, and then filling my brain/soul with knowledge/life during a February-July semester.

I leave tomorrow – that would be Wednesday the 19th. Supposedly the world will end on the 21st. At this point I’m feeling pretty lucky because, with time change befuddlements and excruciatingly long flying stints, I will be IN THE AIR on the 21st! The world is ending? Well, not for me! Any pleasure I get out of defying apocalyptic prophecies will likely be lessened by the fact that I didn’t pack clothes appropriate for a barren landscape or lava filled environment.


*I have a slight aversion to the word “blog.” It’s sort of bulbous and cacophonous, and it makes me think of a gelatinous blob where angst-ridden teens spill their every nuanced and tedious thought. Perhaps I’ll call my smatterings of writings and photos a “Smaug”… it basically rhymes with “blog” and indulges my current Hobbit-high state. I’ll tell my new friends that I can’t party tonight because I have to do some serious Smaugging. I see it now: rumors will fly, I’ll drink in the delicious confusion, “Smaugging” will become the latest trend and I’ll get paid for my genius and finally be able to afford college. And food.

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3 Responses to An Uninfected Party

  1. Jeanne Stewart says:

    Sorry to hear about the beginning of your trip turning into a horror show! As hard as it is sometimes patience is a virtue especially when at airport surroundings. Guess what????? The world hasn’t ended in Japan or Australia and it’s the 21st there! So much for that theory even though the bible states No one will know the hour or the day!. 🙂 I guess we will have to wait for God’s time and stop listening to people’s random theories. Your mother swore? Are you sure you didn’t hear the person next to her instead? That I definitely cannot imagine. Hope you don’t have to stay in Canada too long it’s too cold there. Oh that’s right you would be stuck in an airport instead. I feel for you. Cold hard seats. Maybe next time you should try and fold a sleeping bag into your carry on LOL An inflatable pillow would also help. As for a shower? I hope your dad gets a hotel room because I feel bad for the people around you if showering is not part of your daily routine. After your blog is done. I think writing a book would be the next thing on your list of to do’s. Have a safe trip …don’t worry be happy! Hey where did I hear that before?

  2. Lindsey… your writing is great. I will religiously creep on your smaug throughout the semester. I am so excited for you!

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