Living on Cockburn street is excellent and exciting for all sorts of reasons that don't even involve the various possibilities for puns on the word cock. One of these reasons has to do with the fact that, as home to two indie music shops, it is also home to a minuscule little piece of Edinburgh's "music scene." Living one floor above street level ( Read more... )

Well, maybe my weekend wasn't quite so HYPERACTIVE as the title may suggest; I spent a large majority of it on the couch in my pajamas, washing clothes, reading French plays, watching Audrey Hepburn films, and (tragically)breaking my iBook. There was, however, at least one element of my weekend that was undoubtedly hyperactive, and that would be ( Read more... )

And what do I do here? Get drunk, dance on a bar, and fall down a set of stairs.

I'm off to the opera or something.

Here it is, as very warily promised, my next installment of that which is now justifiably called a monthly feature (and umm..I apologize in advance; it's a sentimental time of year):

( THEME OF THE MONTH MAY 2006: COWS, IMMENSITY, AND THINGS BOVINE )

It's just after seven and I've just returned from what could very well be my last night out as a Fresher. At the 6:00am bar, I was asked by a forty to fifty-something guy "Can you help me prove to my friends that I am not gay and let me kiss you?" And even though I'd been drinking for 13+ hours, the answer was no, there aren't enough drinks in ( Read more... )

The Elizabeth (yes, she is preceded by an article) has been here since Monday, and it has been good but there's really not much to report. It's really weird how not weird it is to have her here; it's kind of like my normal Scottish life, just with more pictures and more tourist attractions ( Read more... )

As a conclusion for the most random, disjointed, and fabulous weekend (or collection of three consecutive days) I've had in a long time, I ended up on a hill above the city at a fire festival of whose existence I was not aware twenty minutes prior to my departure for it ( Read more... )

These past few weeks have been manic -- the weather, my schedule, and my mood included. It goes from sunny and warm to breezy and overcast; I go from hours of laughter and delight to those of suffocating boredom and restlessness. Overall, however, I feel they've been good. So, here's the rundown -- an emboldened title for each of the individual ( Read more... )

As I may have said before, one of my favorite things about living in Scotland is the fact that I no longer feel like I'm constantly waiting. I no longer have to count the days until Friday, the hours until the end of school, the minutes until the end of German class; I no longer have to scream for the day to come when I will finally go to Germany/ ( Read more... )

This morning, at half ten, my cousin calls me ( Read more... )