That title really has nothing to do with anything. If it did, I'd be writing about how I slept late and missed a lecture or something. But it's impossible for me to sleep that late, seeing as the only lecture I have that is even in the morning hours is at 11:10. I'm not one to sleep in either. Also, missing a lecture is not that big of a deal. I'm a goody two shoes and have only purposely skipped one lecture. Although I've already made plans to skip the rest of my Art History lectures after next Tuesday. Next Tuesday is the day I present in my tutorial and I will turn in my essay, too. After that there is no reason for me to go to anything Art History because that essay is my final exam. I just had a bit of a fright thinking maybe it isn't, but it really is. Thank the Lord.
So anyways, what have I been up to since I last wrote? I realized it has been since I got back from Belgium that I last wrote. That's frankly not okay. Well, besides researching and writing essays about Art History, I've gone clubbing, climbed Arthur's Seat at night, toured the inside of Edinburgh Castle, enjoyed the weather, and improved in my bagpipe skills. I know you all really are glad to hear about that last point. I no longer sound like a dying duck. At least like 90% of the time I don't. Funny story about that actually. Well not really funny, but today I was practicing like I normally do in the mornings in the tutorial room in the Scottish History and Celtic Studies building on campus. About 15 minutes into my practicing, I'm interrupted by an older lady and this guy. The lady procceeds to ask me if I'm supposed to be in there and I say yes, I'm just practicing. They're just coming in to look for a book or something, so I sit there for a bit then just start practicing again. The lady leaves and the guy apologizes for bothering me. I tell him he's not, it's more like my playing would be bothering him. Then we have a delightful chat about America and how they perceive Scotland [all bogs and fog and glens of the highlands?]. He continues to search for this book and I bumble my way through "Amazing Grace". Happily, he states he can recognize it as "Amazing Grace"! We chat a little bit more about how the guy teaching my bagpipe class taught this kid's dad in Glasgow and how Virginia has the biggest Highland Games...not anywhere in Scotland?! Weird. Then he says some classic Scottish/English phrases as in "Bloody hell, I can't find this book" or something like that. I learned a little more than I wanted to about what he was looking for...some statistical analysis book that apparently he just found out there was a newer edition of, so I'm not sure what he was even looking for. But whatever. It was entertaining. Then he left, saying "cheers". Splendid. I should have asked him his name. It was probably something very Scottish. He had a spectacular accent.
Moving on. I'm not sure I should try to cover all these events in one post. That bagpiping tale turned out much longer than anticipated. So I'll just write about my clubbing adventure, then Arthur's Seat and the castle in another? It's so nice to be writing about things unrelated to Art History...that's probably why I'm rambling and telling you random stories. Okay. So clubbing. I went with my friends right after we got back from Belgium. Well, not RIGHT after. The Saturday night after we had gotten back on Thursday night. Friday was Elizabeth's birthday but that's apparently not a big going out night for people so we postponed the craziness till Saturday and just ate chips and salsa and sponge cake on her birthday while watching She's the Man. My kind of night. Clubbing is not my kind of thing, but both Elizabeth and Maddie love dancing and such and I needed to at least go once since it's a big thing here. We went to The Hive. All I'd heard about it before going was that it was super sketch and gross and filled with freshers so I wasn't too excited. But we got there just before 10 so we didn't have to pay and no one was there yet. Obviously. They all go out late. So we walked around the place a little and sat and waited for more people to come so it was less weird dancing on the empty dance floor. Eventually the place filled up and we danced to top hits, mostly American top 40 stuff with some randoms thrown in there. I didn't completely hate it and I danced with two guys...albeit they were the most awkward strangers I've ever danced with. Granted they were probably the only strangers I've danced with because the last dance I went to was junior prom. Ha. I hit a dancing wall after I got away from the last weird guy and we thankfully left shortly after that. I know I sound like it was horrible, but I enjoyed myself the majority of the night until it got a little too crowded and everyone got drunker. I imagine the things I heard about The Hive being sketchy and gross happen much later than we were there for, thank goodness. Early all the way! I don't know if I'll ever go out dancing again, but I'm glad I did it at least once. Go me.
Check out my next post for some stories and pictures of Arthur's Seat by night and inside Edinburgh castle!
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