OCTOBER 15TH Y'ALL
When I woke up this morning, I gleefully said to my empty room, "Happy Birthday to me!"
I repeated that phrase multiple times today, with varying degrees of sarcasm.
After breakfast with my buddies, during which I opened my birthday cards (thank you, everyone!), I did exciting birthday laundry, which, as it turns out, is exactly like normal laundry, except on your birthday.
Checked the mail again, because I love mail, and there was both a birthday card from my parents and one from my brother. To summarize: Dad misses me because he has no one to watch his highbrow movies with, Mum says that even though I'm supposed to have a "wonderful, memorable Scottish birthday," that does not mean I can drink, and my brother is the cutest thing to ever throw a ball at my face.
I met some friends after class at the Dorothy Perkins on Buchanan Street, because they were having a "Fashion Night" which means everything is 20% off and they hired a dj, make-up artists and hair stylists--the shopping culture here is super fun. I got a few things, but then I had to get back on campus for my bollywood rehearsal, and that's where my day took a turn for the not-very-good.
No one I know has successfully managed to use the bus system to get from the city centre back into the university. No one. We've done everything else, but not that. But see, I figured, since I took a bus there, I could get the same one back. Except the street it goes down is a FLIPPING ONE WAY STREET. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET ON IT GOING THE OTHER WAY, GLASGOW BUS SYSTEM? YOUR LOGIC IS ILLOGICAL
So I walked. A ways. Rehearsal was fun, blah, blah, blah, rushed out early in order to catch the minibus, which is a service provided by the university--buses that fit fifteen people, and are driven by students. The problems? They fit fifteen people and are driven by students. Who are apparently very bored and can only amuse themselves by leaving whenever they feel like it. So yeah, missed that. Also missed the other bus that can take me up to Maryhill Road, the 18, so I walked. Again. Finally I caught the bus that goes along Maryhill Road up to my halls, but I essentially walked from Sauchiehall Street to Maryhill Road, which, for those of you who know Glasgow, is quite a ways, and for those of you who don't know, I'm telling you, it's quite a ways.
I got home an hour after leaving rehearsal, tired and achy, when what should there be on my door but a poster from my wee little Irishman, Paul? So my day took a definite upturn, and now I'm going to eat a sandwich and watch the Inbetweeners with my buddies before falling into bed, because I am le tired.
Happy Birthday to me!
I repeated that phrase multiple times today, with varying degrees of sarcasm.
After breakfast with my buddies, during which I opened my birthday cards (thank you, everyone!), I did exciting birthday laundry, which, as it turns out, is exactly like normal laundry, except on your birthday.
Checked the mail again, because I love mail, and there was both a birthday card from my parents and one from my brother. To summarize: Dad misses me because he has no one to watch his highbrow movies with, Mum says that even though I'm supposed to have a "wonderful, memorable Scottish birthday," that does not mean I can drink, and my brother is the cutest thing to ever throw a ball at my face.
I met some friends after class at the Dorothy Perkins on Buchanan Street, because they were having a "Fashion Night" which means everything is 20% off and they hired a dj, make-up artists and hair stylists--the shopping culture here is super fun. I got a few things, but then I had to get back on campus for my bollywood rehearsal, and that's where my day took a turn for the not-very-good.
No one I know has successfully managed to use the bus system to get from the city centre back into the university. No one. We've done everything else, but not that. But see, I figured, since I took a bus there, I could get the same one back. Except the street it goes down is a FLIPPING ONE WAY STREET. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET ON IT GOING THE OTHER WAY, GLASGOW BUS SYSTEM? YOUR LOGIC IS ILLOGICAL
So I walked. A ways. Rehearsal was fun, blah, blah, blah, rushed out early in order to catch the minibus, which is a service provided by the university--buses that fit fifteen people, and are driven by students. The problems? They fit fifteen people and are driven by students. Who are apparently very bored and can only amuse themselves by leaving whenever they feel like it. So yeah, missed that. Also missed the other bus that can take me up to Maryhill Road, the 18, so I walked. Again. Finally I caught the bus that goes along Maryhill Road up to my halls, but I essentially walked from Sauchiehall Street to Maryhill Road, which, for those of you who know Glasgow, is quite a ways, and for those of you who don't know, I'm telling you, it's quite a ways.
I got home an hour after leaving rehearsal, tired and achy, when what should there be on my door but a poster from my wee little Irishman, Paul? So my day took a definite upturn, and now I'm going to eat a sandwich and watch the Inbetweeners with my buddies before falling into bed, because I am le tired.
Happy Birthday to me!