11/22 10.40pm cairncrosss

my new notebook has otters on the cover. :) but it's a4 not legal sized, and wide ruled not college ruled, and it's got really narrow margins. boo.
frozen clementines are really good! like eating orange sherbert, only better for you. frozen salad, however, is less good. yecch. (our replacement fridge [for the one that died.. it stank for a week] is slightly hyperactive.)
someone told me that it's only £30 to fly to london. i might do that - it's cheaper than the train, not that much more than the bus, and faster than either of those by several hours... i'll have to see if tina can find anything on it. she did ask me about travel, and she *said* she was research girl... last i heard she was trying to get in touch with an actual person about carpe jugulum, to make sure it wasn't decided that the show *wouldn't* go on.
fencing was fun... the boobs got misplaced so i got to fight without hubcaps. :) although i still maintain that guys should be required to wear cups - i crotch-shot one guy i was fighting twice. not that i got him right in the balls, but close enough that he went *very* pale. i'm inclined to blame it on his parries - he'd parry my blade down but not offline, so... well, my point was moving forward, he just directed it. and then fighting calum, i got him three times. the first one he looked so scared i thought i *had* nailed him one. guys seem to be rather adept at not getting hit there, no matter how many close calls they have. :)
well, my social policy paper is done. good riddance, i say. ecch. i don't like that class. luckily the paper was the only thing i had to do, we've even been excused from lectures. i'll have to do extra well on the other papers to make up for that one, though. ::sigh::
i leave glasgow next weekend... ack. need to figure out when i'm getting to london so teddy can take the day off to help me with my luggage.
i'm hoping i can ship enough things home to nest my suitcases. that would make things *so* much easier...
i got a mackintosh poster for £3! hooray for qm 1/2 price poster sales!
still need to get rebecca and gretchen gifts... i think i'll get gretchen one fo the frances mcnair art prints... they're all blues and grays, very pretty. the design of the mackintosh pieces would probably fit better, but her house is purple and blue (i think) and the mackintoshes are all brown and red and gold. here's hoping she doesn't have an aversion to nudes... :) they're pretty stylized anyway, and she and patsy can always grit their teeth, say thanks, and chuck it in a corner. :)
out of chocolate. no good. :(
new fave song: ani's 'falling is like this', especially the phrasing and harmony on 'one minute there was road beneath us, and the next- there's- skyyyy...' you can't fight gravity on a planet that insists that love is like falling, and falling is like this....
need to get my docs broken in - my vans soak through like anything. and that was just walking in the rain, not through the puddles.
tomorrow: tutorial 12-1, women's library 1.30-5, thanksgiving 6.30-whenever they kick us out of the restaurant
friday: leave for reading weekend 10am
sunday get back from reading weekend, some time or another
monday: project presentations (including mine) 6.30-8.30
tuesday: fencing 6.30-8.30
wednesday: tutorial 12.1, presentations 6.30-8.30
thursday: fencing 6.30-8.30, celidh sometime after that-whenever i fall asleep
friday: final get together/ dinner thing, 5-whenever, girls on top (women only club) 9-close
saturday: st andrew's, feast
sunday: st andrew's, fencing, back to glasgow, pack
monday: dublin
tuesday: dublin
wednesday: back to glasgow
thursday: fencing/last hurrah 6.30-8.30
friday: london (or maybe cambridge)
saturday: carpe jugulum with teddy
sunday - tuesday: london
ack! ::sigh::
calum sent me a thanksgiving e-card: 'henny penny, goosey loosey, and ducky lucky say 'have a happy thanksgiving.' turkey lurkey says, 'go to hell!''
hm, maybe i'll go to sleep early tonight.

11/24, 5.25pm downshire arms hotel, portpatrick

oh, boy, reading weekend. so far, i've discovered that i forgot: that it's colder on the coast, a tank top (for layering), teabags, and my camera. but i'm in a room all by myself with a double bed. hurray for space to stretch out! oh, and i probably should have brought the fraser book as well. ::sigh::
unless things decide to work out really well with the cambridge fencers, i'll probably end up flying to london. i've been told it's about £30. the bus is £20 and takes at least 5 hours. the train is £60 or something and will take an insanely long time cause of the track problems. and i still need to figure out dublin stuff.
dreamed about being back at lc and not having a room cause all the people i asked to help ignored me. then i dreamed that my alarm went off and that i turned it off... 5 minutes before it actually went off. i was very confused for a bit.

11/25, 2.00pm downshire arms hotel, portpatrick

well. we were going to go see glenluce abbey, but...
dinner was pretty good last night. a temporary dislike for fried foods has limited my choices, though. we watched videos of lewis grassic gibbon short stories and then schmoozed, either in the sitting room or in our rooms. i felt left out - i wanted to be around people, but they'd managed to cluster in such a way that if i wished to join in, i had to stand. and they were all smoking. so i gave up and went to my room, where there was a tv, and wasted two hours. the first hour was fairly good - a game show where tidbits of news were given as fodder for comedy. the second hour was 'the outer limits'. ecch. aliens. they're like horror films; i know they'll give me bad dreams, but if i stop in the middle it'll be worse. but i finally went to bed, around 1.30, and slept fine. had to get up at 8, though, ick.
breakfast was cereal and a hot meal: bacon, sausage, haggis, and a fried egg on deep fried toast. i had a taste of haggis, but didn't want to eat a whole serving for breakfast, and i skipped the sausage, too.. i could feel my arteries clogging as it was.
'why scottish philosophy matter' after that.. as usual, i almost fell asleep and only had questions about specific points rather than anything relevant to the lecture as a whole. coffee break, then a way-too-short discussion of the video and stories of last night. a rather vile lunch (ham and butter sandwiches, on white bread, a can of coke, and chicken flavoured crisps) and hten we headed out. after about 30 minutes, the van began to smell of burning rubber, and 5 minutes later, the clutch was dead. i managed to snag a seat in the other van, so i didn't have to wait for a ride back. so instead of visiting places, we're staying in town. and half of us have to take the train (did i mention the track problems doubling travel time?) home tomorrow. ::sigh:: oh, and 5 minutes before we left, the power went out. it was like thanksgiving all over again, only with bad food.
oh, right, thanksgiving. we went to the classic cafe, got a special menu and all that. we were supposed to be there by 6.30. i got there by 6.40. almost everyone had shown up by 7. by 7.15, the power had died. (with it died the muzak, so it wasn't all bad.) so we ate in the dark, and they used the gas ovens and stoves to cook everything. we started picking mock fights with each other to make up for not having any embarrassing relatives; we'd already had the major catastrophe. :) the lights came on just in time for dessert. the stuffing was good, the gravy couldn't hold a candle to dad's (and hte waiter spilled some on my pants. grr.) the mashed potatoes were good but didn't have skins in, there wasn't any cranberry sauce... and there was only one serving. it was almost like thanksgiving, but it was just *wrong* in several ways. and the guy wasn't sure if the recipe he had for pumpkin pie was what we were used to... it was, though, and it was delicious. i missed yams and sweet potatoes, and rebecca's mushroom pie. so that was thanksgiving. i left as soon as it was over to go schmooze with the fencers.. it's odd how i feel more comfortable with them than with the americans.