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Hello all! (Read: Hi Mom. Thanks in advance for being the only one to read my blog!) 


Welcome to my first ever BLOG POST on my first ever BLOG. This is all very exciting. This Saturday, I am leaving for a semester abroad in Copenhagen, Denmark. I hope to use this blog to detail my adventures, post pretty pictures, and share some fun sign language videos. Now, I wish I could tell you that I will update all the time. Unfortunately, I am what I like to call a "two-week-wonder blogger". In my attic there are probably umpteenmillion old journals from my childhood. They all have a similar format. Page one: promise to write every single day for all of forever and ever. Page two: a ten page rant, written the following night, about some middle-school heartthrob. Page three: a ten page rant, written six months later, about a middle-school heartbreaker, followed by a promise to write more frequently. All the rest of the pages: BLANK. So, for those who wish to hear about my journey AFTER this two week lizzy + blog honeymoon period ends, I highly encourage some playful facebook heckling. Example: Dearest Elizabeth, update your damn blog and take some pictures, you evil wench. Love always, Annoyed follower trying to Procrastinate on the intortubes right now." I promise that I will *try* to share as much as I can with all of you pretty humans. Thanks in advance for tuning in! With my intentions clearly set forth, let the blogging begin!  




I have been waiting for weeks to make my first post on this bad boy. But, alas, pictures of my shit scattered all over various houses, cars, and apartments is not nearly exciting enough for you fine followers. Today, three days before my official departure date, I finally have something other than laundry, packing, and travel anxiety to share with you: PRETTY DANISH MONIEEEEEZZZZ! For those of you who are unaware, one Danish Kroner is worth about .20 cents US. I have not quite wrapped my head around exchange rates. (One would think, with a sister who works in Global Foreign Exchange, I would have a handle on such things. This is decidedly false.) So, my father keeps having to remind me that although it may LOOK like I am holding a gazillion dollars (that's an exact number), I am in fact only holding a few hundred Kroner. To further squish my gleeful gazillionaire dreams, I am told I must remember that Copenhagen is one of the most expensive cities in the world. Therefore, it would seem that I am holding a mere 5/6 McDonald's meals worth of money, rather than a true gazillion.  Exchange rate = fun spoiler. 


Much like the money in my hands, this trip doesn't feel entirely real, just yet. The packing is very real, if by real, you mean tooooorrrrttuuuuuureee (read that in the most dramatic whiney voice ever). The errands and checklists and laundry are real. (Mara, my mother, would tell you that I am incapable of handling these things. She took it upon herself to separate my laundry into about 92 piles today. Who knew the good ol' lights and darks split was insufficient?) But Denmark still feels like a magical mystery land. I'm half convinced Hamlet is going to greet me at the airport, and I have a hard time not picturing danishes when I try and think about Danes. Yum, apple flavored people! All well, I am sure it will feel more real once I land. I need some new beginnings this semester. Fall semester at the UofR was wonderful, sad, exciting and heartbreaking all at once.  I am hoping that these next few months will bring new adventures. Once I arrive, I will share with you guys a "bucket list" of sorts. I want to get settled a bit before I make a formal list of all of the places I want to see. Spoiler alert: Copenhagen is home to what is currently being called the "Best Restaurant in the World". Nom nom nom nom. 


Next you hear from me, I will be a broad! Er.... abroad. (I apologize in advance for all of the horrible jokes to come. Fall 2011 and the UofR ASL club ruined my sense of humor for ever <3). 


Love you all, 
Lizard