I've never been the biggest one for going out, but there's not a lot else to do at night right now, seeing as we have no homework at the moment, and house-arranged pub crawls are a good way to meet people...
Well, the night was a lot of fun, though our American lexicon was mercilessly mocked. (We're banding together in support of proper English pronunciation, and by that I mean "aluminum" only has four syllables.) After four pubs, a few sips of beer (working my way up), and one bag of prawn cocktail-flavored crisps from the vending machine in the lobby (which taste like vinegary ketchup, in case you're interested), I found myself crawling into bed at 2:30 this morning. This isn't a normal hour for me. The world's an interesting place six hours later, but it's not raining today...yet.
Plans for the day include:
1) Making printer work.
2) Registering with GP, in case we really do show signs of septacemia and not just intoxication (they're pretty similar, except for the imminent death bit).
3) Acquiring proof of my residence for a bank account.
4) Buying that George Foreman. This vegetarian diet's not cutting it, but then again, many of us are still in the Spaghetti-Os stage of dorm cuisine.
5) Getting up Arthur's Seat to run around, pick blackberries ("Don't eat the brambles on the ground," we were told in the Induction From Hell yesterday. Think of yellow snow), and generally frolic. Frolicking is good.
6) Convincing Gizmo to work around the proxy.
Caffeine first, though. Let's prioritize.
1 comment:
Arthur's Seat is the spot of my favorite Scotland memory. On one of our free days, Magevet (sophomore spring tour) decided to climb it, run around in the winds like children atop it, and then go down the other side to a pub where most of us tried Haggis for the first time.
Have fun, and if you take pictures, post 'em!
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