Waiting

Why is it that life seems to be unbearably dull when you're waiting to go abroad? I've only been home for 20 or so days, but it feels like I've been in the depths of hell for an eternity. I'm trying to have fun, but everything seems mediocre when I have mountains, glaciers, and sandy beaches in my future. I can't help but think that everything I do here would be 10 times better in New Zealand. For example, let's say we all have an internal rating scale of 'excitement' (clearly this scale is valid and reliable and in no way subjective). The scale goes from 0 (Shit, that sounds terrible, I'd rather shit myself) to 10 (echo tap). Now for the experiment. So your friend from home calls you up and says, "Hey man, you want to go on a buzz cruise?" So you think to yourself, 'eh, that sounds alright, I know I'll laugh a bunch even though he only has the snikle frits, but I'll probably be paranoid and it sounds a lot like a high school...I'll give it a 5' Now, you're in the #1 country that you want to visit (let's say it's NZ). So you're Kiwi host calls you up and says, "Hey man, you want to go on a buzz cruise?" You laugh because he has a funny accent and then reflect on what this entails...'aside from laughing my ass off because my friend just got the bees knees, the purple nurple, and the west coast giggle shits ground together and roled into a 10 gram blunt, I'm going to be rolling along the coast of NZ seeing wildlife that doesn't exist anywhere else in the world, pretending to shoot down any pakeha (foreigners) trying to take invade the 'land of the long white cloud', and will probably finish it off with a visit to the shire where Samwise and I will start our great adventure...that gets a ten'. So in conclusion, waiting to leave falls somewhere between getting Mono in Green Bay and getting malaria in a corrupt west African nation. From now until February 17th everything I do will be lower than normal on my excitement scale because all I can think about is what awaits me this spring semester.