Good Night

I think it's going to be a good year.

After my nap, I left the dorm (which is in absolutely terrible shape, like something out of a movie when they're trying to make a point about the awful conditions some people live in. Okay, maybe not quite so drastic, but it's pretty bad.) and I wandered around for a while. I didn't intend to be gone long, so I only wore flip flops.

And then I got a little turned around.

In all honesty, I knew how to get back, but it was such a loooong way that I kept turning onto different streets thinking that this one surely had to be a shortcut of some sort. So I actually wandered around Edinburgh for about three hours.

It turned out fine, though, even though my feet are still killing me.

Once I got back, I was trying to be productive--unpack some more, pull out the hangers I bought and start clearing the already-considerable mess I've made. I left the door open since I'd only met one other girl in my twelve-girl suite (codename Blondie). She invited me out to a club, but I couldn't remember what it was called or where it was, so I'd resigned myself to staying in and just going to bed early.

And then another girl stumbled by, whom I shall call Alaska, after her state of origin, even though she goes to Dartmouth. She's very friendly, very people-oriented. She'd been hanging out with a boy (codename: England) who is a U of Edinburgh student but who'd studied abroad at her school last year. That's where they met.

So Alaska and England were headed off to a couple different "freshers" activities (freshman orientation stuff--mostly clubs and bars on campus that were only open to freshmen, actually) and Alaska immediately invited me along. I leaped at the chance, since, you know, I'd like to get along with everyone I'm living alongside this year.

England ended up taking us the long way to the freshers' stuff, but on the way we ran into a girl Alaska goes to Dartmouth with (codename: Arizona), and at the library bar (yes, the campus library has a bar and a pool hall in it!) we met a guy from St. Lucia. I didn't have any ID on me that proved I was over 18, so I didn't drink, but we all hung out at the different bars, went to a few clubs to dance, met a few more girls from my suite, and baaasically had a jolly good time.

(Apparently, that's quite a pretentious thing for an Englishperson to say. Not surprising.)

And now it's a quarter to four in the morning.

Good night. (It was.)