Hello, my name is Student Visa. You must fill me out. Prepare to die.

You most likely don't know this is you aren't familiar with the becoming-an-exchange-student process, but if you are, you know what this rant is talking about. Student visas are sent up from the depths of Hell and are meant to make your life a living version of it's home residence in so many different ways it seems like it's impossible. Well, it is possible and it will do so.

For those that don't know, a student visa is basically a form that people have to fill out if you are going to another country for over 90 days so that (fill in destination country) here knows about you and you aren't a random person living in their country. Within the realms of this visa, you have to jump through all sorts of hoops for these people, like getting not one, not two, but five bloody passport photos, ringing you up at like 30 dollars at your nearest drug store. Not to mention your parental consent, insurance, 4 page visa, school forms, host family forms, and a bunch of other happy stuff that makes life a little bit more worth crying about. BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE! You need to drive to the nearest big city with a consulate, mine being Philadelphia, and sweat your little heart out knowing that if you missed one little detail that they could say "noooope" and turn you out the door on your marry way. Sounds like fun?

Basically if you didn't understand anything of that, imagine you're drowning, then someone ties bags of cement to your ankles, hands you two screaming babies, and tells you how you are living your life completely wrong while they need you to fill out every detail about your life, and if you get one detail wrong, you die. 

It sounds like I'm believing over-dramatic but the funny thing is I'm definitely not.

Don't let this discourage you from being an exchange student. Even though this part of the process makes you want to die, it will all be worth it in the end. At least that's what I was told, and what I keep telling myself....just keep swimming, swimming, swimming...

On a more positive note, Matt Smith is in the same country as I am at Comic Con. Swoon.

This is Matt Smith, in case you're not a part of the fandom of Doctor Who or don't have a tumblr. 

HE'S BREATHING THE SAME AIR AS ME AT THIS VERY MOMENT.

ARRIVEDERCI MIO BELLO.