Can someone please make my mind SHUT UP!?

Good grief, how on earth are you supposed to sleep when your mind is running a million miles a minutes?! It's after 11 here, I went to bed over an HOUR ago, and I'm STILL awake! There's something WRONG here......!

So I guess I'll just write-- er, uh..... type.

So what's happening in Matt's life lately . . . . . ? Well . . . I'm the proud father to an egg, appropriately named Egby. I found this out this morning at the end of our class on Christian Associations. Basically, there's this girl named Erin and this guy named Eli (short for Eliazar-- pronounce it with a strong Spanish accent). They're teaching this class, and the curriculum is the books "For Men Only" and "For Women Only". So Erin takes the guys into another room and teaches us about girls and their minds (GASP! Terrifying, I know. We barely survive.). Meanwhile, poor Eli gets stuck in a room full of girls with the daunting task before him to somehow communicate to them how a guy's mind works. Communicating it isn't the daunting part-- at least, I don't think so. It think the worst of it is having it take 45 minutes. That's a long time! And poor Erin has to squeeze everything INTO 45 minutes. And with Iszak and Marcin (a Swede and a Pole, both of whom could talk the Energizer bunny into the grave), that gets really exciting. But I digress.....

So part of this class that Erin and Eli are teaching us is this highly unusual assignment. They drew names out of a hat to pair us up, then they had each pair pick a raw egg. My....umm..... "partner" is a really cool lady from Bulgaria, Yulia. She and I picked the best egg of them all (of course) and promptly dubbed him Egbert. We call him Egby for short. Our task now is to take care of him until Friday. He must always be with us, except for during work when they open up the teachers' room as "Egg Daycare". Otherwise he must always be with one of us. We wrapped him in paper towels and stuck him in a cup, and wrapped THAT in Saran Wrap. He's not going anywhere unless we choose so! :-D So for tonight Yulia has him. But tomorrow.....

So I think the purpose of this is to get a taste of what it's like to have kids. But I have three younger siblings! I don't think that babysitting an egg is going to teach me much more! But I have been wrong before.... anyways............

So am I the only one that has noticed that my last 5 paragraphs have all begun with "So"? Hmmm, maybe I should work on my writing a bit.......

My life is quite interesting right now. I think that anytime one spends a significant period of time in a foreign country, it's hard to say that one is leading a mundane and morose life. Especially when one realizes that of the next 7 Sabbaths, one is going to spend 5 of them in different countries. That kinda throws a new spin on life. Next week I'll be at the only SDA academy in Norway, Tyrifjord. Don't even ask how to pronouce it, cuz I can't. And even if I could, I can guarantee you wouldn't be able to repeat it. Then the week after I'll be somewhere in Norway-- either on a canoe trip, or maybe here in Skotselv. If I'm in Skotselv, then I'll likely end up teaching, preaching, or doing something of the sort, considering the pattern of the past several weeks that I've been here. Then the week after THAT, I'll be at a little ARISE reunion with the rest of the WFL's in Sweden, near Orebro, at Jonathan's house-- and I think his house is called Tryggeboda (don't ask me how to pronounce either of those either! [And why on EARTH does his house have a NAME???]) Then the week after THAT I'll be in Italy with the rest of the WFL's-- and Scott and Alonna! Yay! And then I shall toodle on over to Turkey with my good pal Ricky, where we shall spend the two succeeding Sabbaths. Then I shall FINALLY return to the good ol' US, where I shall spend my first Sabbath at home since March 24, nearly 7 weeks ago. Hmmm . . . I feel like a world traveler. 'Twill be good to be at home for a while. Catch up on sleep; eat breakfast without having to climb a mountain to get to it; be able to buy something without having to ALWAYS do the math. Anyways, I'm guessing that by now, if you've even read this far, you can tell that it is 11:30 at night, and that I am REALLY REALLY bored. But I guess if I'm going to have a blog then I might as well fill it with meaningless drivel, right?

Doo de doo de du-du...doo . . .

Well, maybe I'll try the whole sleeping thing again and see if it works out . . . . laterz