You’re my tiny ball of light…
My sister went skydiving.
My brother and other sister got new couches.
My mom got the carpet cleaned.
My dad went to University of Chicago.
Those are the newest bits of information (which aren’t necessarily new) I’ve got on everyone in the family. Oh, and thanks for that wall post, Trevor. I now know you’re reading, haha. But the true congratulations goes to Rob, who (just possibly) far exceeds your creeping abilities by photographing men he has never spoken to in his life.
This is probably inappropriate for a “family and friends” blog, especially since the full context of all of this is too wildly complex to sum up in a few quick sentences. But it is all in good fun, I can assure you. And no one mentioned in this post is actually truly creepy.
Except for maybe that sickly lady who followed me from the tube station for five minutes. And Sean Penn. Sean Penn is definitely a creeper. (NatPo and ScarJo, anyone?)
So I went to Edinburgh. It was great fun. The Highlands were utterly beautiful! The Haggis tasted great! The deep-fried Mars bar was a treat! The castle sang to me, while the open flesh-wounds in the street made me scream. I tried meat pie, met William Wallace, and had tea and a scone in Harry Potter’s birthplace. (questionable wording, I know.)
My last seminar was mind-numbingly dull. Why don’t I care about Victorian Poetry? There’s something about fellow students’ British accent that just lends itself not to be listened to.
Guys, I’ve noticed something about this place… and it’s starting to get to me. Everyone is very very reserved. When someone cracks a bumbling little joke in class, the room allows itself a wee polite snicker. That is all. People don’t smile on the streets, either. I guess that’s typical for East Coasters, too, but goodness… coupled with the restrained apologetic nature of the English, it is suffocating me. Watch The King’s Speech. It embodies all of this. In fact, this whole complaint just might be a reaction to watching the BEST PICTURE OF THE YEAR for the second time. I don’t want to launch into a negative rant about the film, which I think is quite lovely in general.
I always have a great day when I get out of my room. I need to get out of my room more. But essaysssss are calling meeee.
And now sleep is.
Goodnight, loved ones.