why not today?: September 2005

Saturday night's alright for blogging

You've seen it all now folks, I think pigs are actually flying as we speak. My father, James Cail, actually interacted with a computer! I have proof, and it's available for everyone to see in the comments of my last entry. That's it really.... even if the whole rest of my endeavor here is a wash, it was worth it- just for that.

Classes finally started this week, and my first impression of the department was a good one indeed. The professors all go by their first names, there's only about 6 kids on my course, and a teapot is no more than 10 paces away at any given moment. Though I had forgotten just how difficult it is to start at a new school, everyone I've had dealings with so far were just fine. And I only really have to be there one day a week. Tough, I know. So for now things are peachy--- just let me know if you hear of any part time jobs opening up in forfar. :)

Kiss clarity goodbye

So many things have happened already in this short time! My sis was offered a dream job, another one of my old roomies is pregnant, Celia passed the CPA, and the Cowboys lost a division game. Really all that's happened here is that we did complete the wardrobe construction-- and, you guessed it, no secret world through the back.

I have, however, entered a strange netherworld of information. My loan checks are still in passage somewhere over the atlantic ocean, I was mistakenly told to attend a session for the psych freshmen- only very narrowly escaping that fate worse than death, and have still yet to meet any of my professors. On the up side, the black hole of information has been having lovely weather! In fact, that's about all people willingly speak of in much depth.
So for now, forget frankness and efficiency, just give me some stovies and a cup of tea and I'll be content.

Out of the frying pan...

And into the refrigerator!
I arrived safely, spent a lovely -though glassy eyed- day with the Ferries, and then came to my new flat in Forfar yesterday morning. Today's task will probably be to construct my wardrobe, which I'm hoping is the Narnia sort.... though I would eat magnums instead of turkish delight. Anyway, besides the spectacularly boring orientation session I attended this afternoon, all is well and I've hit the ground running.

Luckily, the just-arrived-in-the-country syndrome (that is, the uncontrollable urge to parrot everything someone says in a scottish accent) seems to have passed after only one day this time. Hopefully all remnants of it will be gone by the time I meet with my professors tomorrow.

Today's words of wisdom-- In America, 100 years is a long time. In Britain, 100 miles is a long drive. Maybe there's not much application in that, but it's so true!

Trial and Error

Well I've given in. It's time to start a blog of my own.
This stuff is really for me to learn how to link things properly, but you can hear a bit about my summer of many scrum-diddly-umptious adventures while I'm at it.
Interesting experiences included friday night live, my first taste of sushi, hookah, and exciting places such as Cordell and Sayre ....and Chicago, Indianapolis, Galveston, and the Grand Canyon. Aaaand my brother married one of my best friends. Indeed, as summers go, not too shabby.
I leave for school on the 12th, so there might be something interesting to read if you check back later. Don't fight the urge to come visit---Scotland wants you too!