Dear Sweden

My life seems to revolve around you now a days.

Last night I went to one of your country's movies called "Let the Right One In". It was showing on campus as part of the international film series. Cecilia told me it was stupid, Martin told me I should go just for the Swedish.

To tell you the truth, Sweden, I was confused because I wasn't sure if this was a real horror movie about a 12 year old Swedish vampire child, or dark comedy love story. Maybe it was all of those things? Well I did enjoy it, but for some reason, the Swedish language does not scare me.

German, well that's another story. You should listen to Tim the German while he plays soccer, then you would see what I mean.

Sweden, I really hope you will let me come and stay in August. I would really like another person to be present when I'm feeling sorry for myself once again in my room watching the "Harry Potter Weekend" on tv and passing out after eating one of the largest chocolate cookies known to mankind.

I think Martin would prevent cookie comatose.

Also, we have one of your countrymen here. Martin and I call him Sven, but I think his real name is Gusav? Not real sure, but he has been pointed out to me at dinner once. Every time I see him on campus, I resist the urge to say "HELP ME WITH MY SWEDISH" while pulling on his leg.

I think all of my friends are getting sick of me talking about my You.

I am obsessed.

Today one of my Mongolian friends stopped me in the hall to talk about my interview Wednesday. She told me in all seriousness "Mariah, maybe you should resist the urge to say whatever you are thinking, and not be so crazy".

I would like to thank the country of Mongolia for that advice.

While I have never wanted something so bad as this Visa, I also worry about other things.

Here are some things I am worried about you not having for me which I have compiled into a list:

1. I will miss Walmart. No cecilia, ICA maxi is only a cheap imitation.

2. I will miss poptarts, free plastic bags, Arizona Diet Green Tea, Cranberry Juice, Famous Dave's BBQ sauce, Green Bay Packers, my family, comfortable clothing, President Obama, English, ugly people (since I hear there are none in Sweden), fellow brunettes, real gangsta rap, country music, trashy tv shows, Anderson Cooper, my friends, people getting my pop culture jokes, oh and cars ( I hear you walk everywhere, ew)


Oh Sweden, I have such a love hate relationship with you.

I love Martin.

I hate lingonberries.


Love Love

M