T minus 2 weeks

Good Evening Folks,

So tonight, August 25th, 2009, marks the moment my anxiety sets in. I've been back home for only a few days since returning from London via a New York vaca, and it seems I have a lot of Arabic to catch up on. And by catch up, I mean begin.

The question I kept getting the whole summer was 'Oh my God, you must be so anxious, what are you most nervous about?' Which was usually followed with a response of 'Not much, after all I have lived abroad for the last four years.' -said with hair flip and arrogant wrist spin of a brandy glass-. Well it's just set in, I'm close to crapping myself over the intensity of language learning to be done. Truth be told, I am quite confident in all other aspects of moving away for the next 27 months: culture adjustment, friend making, climate change, distance from home, etc. I've just never had to submerge myself into being fluent in a foreign language before. Don't get me wrong, I was French Club president in highschool and got nothing but straight As, but this is a different ballgame folks. No cramming for 15 minutes before test time, this is for real and the butterflies are kicking in. Bring on the web-based language lessons. Yee-haw.

In other news, I'm still procrastinating on dying my hair. Simultaneously freaking out and internally combusting with excitment. Such silly emotions surround me and my hair. My hair and I. I've made a packing list, however. Impressed with myself that I've kept the shoe list as short as it is... but I have managed to let 11 cardigans make the cut. What... I'm forced to always waer long sleeves, so I vote it's practical. You forget, I can justify anything. My dad still offers to pay for law school.

Well, I'll let you know what crises come up before take off in 2 weeks. Let's cross our fingers and knock on wood that I don't have to.

Over and out,

Donniell xx