I haven’t posted anything here in a long time.  Huh.  

My series of dialogues describing my sojourn toward post-collegiate stupor is a big rambly mess in my notebook that I haven’t even attempted to organize for the past several months. The fictional aspect of it isn’t terribly riveting anyway, save for the part where the narrator’s bear-friend mauls her appendages in a very climactic scene for reasons I can’t adequately remember out of embarrassment.  The gist of it: allegory/metaphor/allegory/metaphor, denouement, malaise.

For all o’ you curious folk, I’m going on a excursion to Eurolandia in a couple of weeks with some friends, which will be crazy amazing because I need a break from this stupid ennui thing I got goin’ on.  Itinerary is as follows:

1. Interlaken, Switzerland
2. God-knows-where, Liechtenstein (day trip)
3. Innsbruck, Austria
4. Vienna, Austria
5. Bratislava, Slovakia
6. Budapest, Hungary

A sightseeing breakdown using the Lonely Planet/common knowledge filter:

1. skiing, fondue, knives, edible-looking houses (and people)
2. a museum about witch burnings (seriously, that’s it)
3. THE HILLS ARE ALIIIIIIVE, schnitzel, Swarovski trinkets
4. tiny sausages, Mozart, more schnitzel
5. castles n’ gay bars 
6. bath houses

If I’m diligent enough, I’ll be able to chronicle my travels regularly either here or in my notebook.  I just might end up compiling random observations and uploading a massive amount of pictures on Facebook so that everyone can be like “Dang, I’m sure glad I’m Lydia’s friend.  She’s so well-traveled and awesome and culturally insightful.”  The whole thing is totally going to motivate me to get a job that pays huge chunks of money for no reason.

[image of forlorn maltese via hipsterpuppies]