So, St. Andrew's Night was great. Cock-and-leekie soup, haggis and neeps and tatties, braised steak Nevis, trifles and tea. Alistair has a fantastic voice -- sang us some traditional Scots music. Jaimie Stuart, author of A Glasgow Bible, read some of his 'translations' to us -- very energetic man.

I got to talk to Adam and Simon for a while, too, which was really great. I don't see them often, since they're in second year, and they were really fun to talk to.

Oh, and I learned I can talk to two people at once. Isn't that neat?

52 miles in the past two weeks.

P.S.

I may be a brilliant, witty, and eloquent blogger, as my readership will attest (you may laugh, but it's true: much of it is related to me), but an orator I am not.

Lead fellowship group yesterday; the activity went much better than I expected, but I'm absolute rubbish at explaining things.

The last four times I've gone to college, I've walked both ways -- hoping, perhaps, that by saving bus money, I'll somehow feel less guilty for spending £8 on two pieces of sheet music -- two-thirds of one I already have, on the wrong continent. And less guilty about those chocolate bars...

Incidentally, for those I haven't bragged to yet, I walk to college in the mornings, four times a week, and take the bus home. Said walk is about four miles, approximating by my pace: it takes me an hour and ten minutes to walk it, but 6-10 minutes of that is waiting for traffic lights (10.5 by my watch today).

Most people I talk to are suitably impressed at that.

This entry occurs because I'm too lazy to, you know, edit the previous post instead of going to the trouble of writing a new one.

Consistency has never been my strong point.

I am astonished at the effects postmodernism -- particularly deconstructionism -- has had on my own thought. I never realized how much it has influenced me.

'Course, I'll have forgotten all the specifics by tomorrow, notes or no.

Note to self: pursue further studies when time is less limited.

Hm. Updates are becoming few and far between. If I finish my essay by next week (hahahahaha, no, really), I will treat myself (or not) to more picturing on mein blog.

Haha. Finish. Ha.

From Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell:

"The light was watery, dim, and incomparably sad. Vast, grey, gloomy hills rose up all around them and in between the hills there was a wide expanse of black bog. Stephen had never seen a landscape so calculated to reduce the onlooker to utter despair in an instant.

'This is one of your kingdoms, I suppose, sir?' he said.

'My kingdoms?' exclaimed the gentleman in surprise. 'Oh, no! This is Scotland!'"

You know you're a college student when you find 18p on the ground and your first thought is: "Great! I'm halfway to a cup of tea!"

And your second thought is: "Who'd throw away this much money?"

And your third thought is: "You know you're a college student..."

(I feel sorry for the poor ladies at the college cafe; to be fair, I haven't paid for my tea in only pennies and tuppence. Yet.)