1st Weekend

“Woah, Pat, what the fudge is wrong with you, huh? You literally just posted something,” you must be thinking, hitting your monitor furiously, shaking hard enough to spill coffee all over your white pants, “this is bullsh#t.”

And you would be right, on all accounts.

But despite that, here’s what’s been happening.

I arrived on Friday, and it is now Sunday. The trip to Scotland was smooth. I slept about 2 or 3 hours on the plane, well worth starving myself of sleep the night before in an effort to make plane-sleep easier </sarcasm>. My dad and I arrived and was quickly taken to our hotel, quickly unloading our bags before going off to explore the city.

It is quite beautiful, and very old here. Sort of like the Betty White of cities.

*swoon*

What is not so beautiful is my temporary housing, some God-forsaken Travelodge where I have to actually live for a month. The room has a bathroom, a bed, and half a table. That’s about it. I’ve basically opened my suitcases, put some sweaters on *the* shelf, and have to deal. But enough dwelling </angst>.

dats it

Now that I’m “settled” and my dad is gone (after being chased around by ghosts in Edinburgh castle, of course), I’ve been able to really dive into fresher’s week, which is a mysterious time of drunk children wandering aimlessly and free amidst the city. It’s like an inebriated, post apocalyptic dream. Some things were cool. There’s a student building here that has //SEVEN// bars inside, and in one was a concert with some dudes called Prides. They were pretty cool, but there was so much smoke from the fog machines that the fire alarm went off.

Idk what I’m doing tomorrow, but it’ll be funny to see the aftermath of all the shenanigans. Unless of course there are no repercussions to the debauchery that I witnessed. In which case then I’ll just feel old and sad.