I received a postcard from mum in Vegas today, and I thought I'd share it with you all. It reads:

Going to Bobby Flay's restaurant tonight, exclamation mark, Eiffel Tower just across the street, exclamation mark, Ross is watching T.V. in his bath, exclamation mark.

There are three others, all running along the same vein.

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So we've started classes, and while my French language, oral and medieval literature courses are full-year courses, and are continuing as per usual, I'm also starting a culture course on the court of Versailles and an Honours History course on European Communism. So I'm going to be really busy this semester, which is probably a good thing, because ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

When I woke up this morning, I gleefully said to my empty room, "Happy Birthday to me ( Read more... )

"Good girls don't climb steps."

"Can I buy a fag off ye, darlin'?"

"It's fair swelterin' out there, hen."

"Easterhoose? Oh, don't go there ( Read more... )

I spent more than a day on a plane, and it's mostly just a jumbled mess of memories, because, ugh, planes, so here you go ( Read more... )

Last night, my mum called me "because I always call her first and she wanted to beat me," and during a lull in the conversation she started singing along to the CD playing in the background. I joined in, and my mother and I went through an entire verse of Maggie May by Rod Stewart.

It was amazing.

Wake up, Maggie, I think I've got something to ( Read more... )