getting good at goodbye
My dearest Megan visited this week from Sweden, so I showed her the best of Scotland: castles, public transportation and shopping. >:] And swearing, but that wasn't me, I swear. Err. Right.
In other news, I'm really bad at updating this. Life in Scotland has, for the most part, become life in general, and it just does what it does best: it goes.
I'm studying for my exams now, and not enjoying it. Duh. Exams last 2 weeks here and count for a much larger percentage of our grade. So since I'm used to a 20-30% final that I don't really need to study vigorously for, I'm not really doing much studying now, even though my exams are worth much more, because we only hand in one real essay.
That's the end because I am exhausted and my mother has failed to get on the bloody phone. Ah, 8 hour time difference, why must you plague me so?
In other news, I'm really bad at updating this. Life in Scotland has, for the most part, become life in general, and it just does what it does best: it goes.
I'm studying for my exams now, and not enjoying it. Duh. Exams last 2 weeks here and count for a much larger percentage of our grade. So since I'm used to a 20-30% final that I don't really need to study vigorously for, I'm not really doing much studying now, even though my exams are worth much more, because we only hand in one real essay.
That's the end because I am exhausted and my mother has failed to get on the bloody phone. Ah, 8 hour time difference, why must you plague me so?