Time Zone Travel

I'm blogging with Destiny in my lap. Yes, The Tina came back, and wouldn't you know it, the cat came back, too! She's playing one of her favorite games, Get in My Way While I Type. She's quite good at it and is the reason I'm overusing the backspace key now.

I went to bed at 5:30 a.m. and woke up at 11:30 a.m. How annoying. It foiled my plans to sleep all day.

This weekend I talked to my parents about my post-graduation plans. I think they always knew that I'd go somewhere, most likely New York City. When I mentioned my European aspirations, my dad was all for it. He did quite a bit of traveling in his college-aged days (he was in drum corps and played Carnegie Hall once), and he agrees that I should explore the world before I do any of those pesky adult things that everyone else my age is so keen to get into: marriage, mortgages, kids - pretty much 18 years of your life devoted to trying not to fuck up someone else's while always owing someone money.

Apparently, I have lots of insurance ties, but until my parents told me, I didn't know I had insurance ties in England, too. This is exciting. A lot of my parents' friends are in the insurance industry, and Chuck, who is a blast, goes over there quite a bit. They said I should go with him sometime to see how I like it. We know a few other people who do insurance in England as well. At least I'll have some job prospects, assuming I ever get out of college.

Other places I'm considering living upon graduation: Australia, Switzerland, Scotland, Wales (I should just say the UK and make it easy), New York and Canada (the land where Bush is NOT the president of anything). The problem? Most of these places are cold, and I like heat, although New York summers are mighty sweltering.

I'm going to take some foreign language. I'm debating between Latin and German. Anyone have any thoughts on that?