Netherlands: 1, USA: 0

So I am in the Amsterdam airport right now, and I can say it is approximately 5000 (five thousand) times better then any in the US. They have free showers. I'm not sure what time it is in the US, but I am wide awake with my *gasp* 2 HOURS OF SLEEP I got on the flight here.

Thankfully I had an empty seat next to me, but it was just too small for me to comfortably fetal position in. After hours of trying to get comfortable and looking at the amazing inventions of today in Skymall I finally got in a nice comfortable position... then the guy behind me turned on his 5000 watt overhead light and made me blind and unable to sleep. After another couple hours I found out that if I laid on the floor and put the tray tables down, it would block the light. I was so comfortable.

Then right when I fell asleep, a stewardess in a really bad mood kicked me and said (not lovingly): "Sweety, if you lay down there I am going to have to be cleaning up brains off of the floor."

I had no idea what she meant by that, but I assumed it meant she didn't want me laying down there. I sleepily said "Ok, I'm getting up..." To which she replied...

"Get up."

No confusion there... except that I had previously informed her of my intentions of following her command.

Me: "Ok, I got it" *waves for her to leave*

Mean Woman: "I'm not moving till you get up!"

Now here is the direction I wanted to make this conversation go:

Me: "Then you are going to get tired of standing." *falls back asleep for the remaining 4 hours of flight, wakes up refreshed*

This is how it really went:

Me: "*miscellaneous groans of annoyance* Uh... gar... yeah... hold... ughhh... (continues babbling and trying to get up through the small space in the chair) there you go." *Watches old movies for the rest of the trip, peeing every ten minutes because CamelBack is so big.*


I don't know why I shared that with you.

5 hours till I leave for entebbe!

Blog creation: Epic Fail

So when my Mom (or "Rebecca" as some insist on calling her) told me I should start a blog to chronicle my trip to Sudan, I thought to myself "Of course, I am going to create the most ballin ("Ballin" is the modern equivelent of "Peachy Keen" for you dinosaurs) blog. I pictured having a witty title that perfectly captures why I am in Sudan at the same time as making you giggle and say "Oh, that witty guy!", a modern ish color scheme that makes you feel like you are up to date with technology (you aren't), and a good picture of me.



I have none of those.



I'm sorry, I only thought of two title for this, one of which was: "The pimple on the face of Sudan." Unfortunately I don't like the imagery which that paints in my head, nor the comparison of me to a swollen puss filled protrusion. So I settled on the one I have (look up!). Get it? =D No? Shoot...


I also could not settle on any colors I wanted besides purple... But purple is the favorite color of 50% of the girls I have asked (one being my mom, one being Alex)



Anyway... Since my creativity is somewhere else today, I'll leave you with this picture of all my clothes for three monthes in Sudan:





<---- Rebecca's legs


<---- Clothes




<---- Cat Pet, under the bed stabbing my toes with her claws


I am leaving tomorrow at 12:30!