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kayselkiemoon, that means you!)
25 October 2004
Well, whaddayaknow. It just occurred to me that exchange students are not merely a creation of bad Harry Potter fanfics after all! *laughter*
31 October 2004
Monday: Brewing! Dude. If what certain people say about nutmeg is true, in theory I could make psychotropic gingerbread cookies. Excellent!
It seems I have a great and t00by love for Weird Al. Who knew?
Also, as regards writing literary analysis, it seems that I have the attention span of an abalone.
Friday: Feast! In which there is much mead, lovely bread, storytelling, singing – which I was tempted to supplement with a few verses of Sylvie – and pie. Lots of pie. I have no really appropriate attire, but I showed up in a skirt and cleavage – what more do they want? Sadly, I did not benefit from the cloven fruit, as I was sick and came as a leper. I even scribbled a little leper poem in honor of the occasion (which I illustrated as the night went on).
2 November 2004, Election Day: I wake to bright Eos and quote Homeric epithets in prayer as she rises rosy-fingered at the beginning of a long, long day.
14 November 2004
Monday: I like Glasgow Prestwick. Also helpful Glasgow train station people. Also Glasgow, for the 10 minutes I saw it. And the other 10 minutes I spent running around it after dark trying to find Queen Street Station on the way back (see Thursday).
Despite the best efforts of four- count ‘em, four- train schedules and Bus Eireann, I made it toedajaram’s flat before midnight. Go me! Er, and her, for meeting me at the under-construction bus station.
Tuesday: On which monumental day the Registrar’s office overcomes the University College Cork’s computer stupidity and becomes my new heroine. We must have a Registrar Appreciation day when we are all assembled again. Any excuse for a party, eh? ;) In all seriousness, though, I have a new respect and appreciation for the Registrar’s Office and all the wonderful people who make sure people like me can take the classes they desperately want to (biology ranting aside temporarily).
After registrationedajaram and I locked ourselves in a very cool room with several harps, harpsichords, and fabulous views of the city, and made some approximation of music. The fiddle was intact, a nice contrast to the last time I took it on an airplane, so I was reasonably happy. I cannot vouch for the quality of the music on my part, however.
Blood Wine is yummy stuff. Especially when consumed at a table containing two very shiny pointy swords and various comic snippets (including one that shows an Elf-looking dude brandishing a dripping sword and captioned “with blood”).
Wednesday: Cathedral love, bookstore love, traditional music-store love, and brewery-smell non-love. And more bookstore love.
Thursday: See Monday in reverse, especially comments re: Glasgow.
Friday: Butler Aberdeen Adventure Weekend begins in Dundee with the RRS Discovery! Pretty, pretty boat! er, ship! It was re-done at some point, and I drooled all over the brass and beautifully varnished wood. Also cool video in the museum about Antarctica. Everybody else was bored, but I, biology geek and sucker for pretty images that I am, sat gaping for twenty minutes with my mouth open making silent “eep”ing noises. I wanna go to Antarctica!
Saturday: The ‘Adventure’ part of the weekend; enter Fiona the demon go-cart driver. Mwa-hahahaha! *makes “vroom!” noises* Also, I make a good – if slightly inept – archery Elf. But the go-carts were the best. Who knows, maybe bobsledding next! *sings Jamaican Bobsled chant*
Sunday: The bus ride back happens, punctuated by bus tour of Aberdeen and visit to Pictavia exhibit. I liked it, but then again I’m apparently the only American not taking a Scottish history class. Speaking of which… back to the presocratics. I think I’ll add Pythagoras to my paper, which is beginning to resemble an expensive Christmas goodie gift basket: full of nutcases, fluffy/crunchy/shiny filler material to pack all the stuff in, and now a fruitcake as the crowning touch.
kayselkiemoon, that means you!)25 October 2004
Well, whaddayaknow. It just occurred to me that exchange students are not merely a creation of bad Harry Potter fanfics after all! *laughter*
31 October 2004
Monday: Brewing! Dude. If what certain people say about nutmeg is true, in theory I could make psychotropic gingerbread cookies. Excellent!
It seems I have a great and t00by love for Weird Al. Who knew?
Also, as regards writing literary analysis, it seems that I have the attention span of an abalone.
Friday: Feast! In which there is much mead, lovely bread, storytelling, singing – which I was tempted to supplement with a few verses of Sylvie – and pie. Lots of pie. I have no really appropriate attire, but I showed up in a skirt and cleavage – what more do they want? Sadly, I did not benefit from the cloven fruit, as I was sick and came as a leper. I even scribbled a little leper poem in honor of the occasion (which I illustrated as the night went on).
2 November 2004, Election Day: I wake to bright Eos and quote Homeric epithets in prayer as she rises rosy-fingered at the beginning of a long, long day.
14 November 2004
Monday: I like Glasgow Prestwick. Also helpful Glasgow train station people. Also Glasgow, for the 10 minutes I saw it. And the other 10 minutes I spent running around it after dark trying to find Queen Street Station on the way back (see Thursday).
Despite the best efforts of four- count ‘em, four- train schedules and Bus Eireann, I made it to
edajaram’s flat before midnight. Go me! Er, and her, for meeting me at the under-construction bus station. Tuesday: On which monumental day the Registrar’s office overcomes the University College Cork’s computer stupidity and becomes my new heroine. We must have a Registrar Appreciation day when we are all assembled again. Any excuse for a party, eh? ;) In all seriousness, though, I have a new respect and appreciation for the Registrar’s Office and all the wonderful people who make sure people like me can take the classes they desperately want to (biology ranting aside temporarily).
After registration
edajaram and I locked ourselves in a very cool room with several harps, harpsichords, and fabulous views of the city, and made some approximation of music. The fiddle was intact, a nice contrast to the last time I took it on an airplane, so I was reasonably happy. I cannot vouch for the quality of the music on my part, however. Blood Wine is yummy stuff. Especially when consumed at a table containing two very shiny pointy swords and various comic snippets (including one that shows an Elf-looking dude brandishing a dripping sword and captioned “with blood”).
Wednesday: Cathedral love, bookstore love, traditional music-store love, and brewery-smell non-love. And more bookstore love.
Thursday: See Monday in reverse, especially comments re: Glasgow.
Friday: Butler Aberdeen Adventure Weekend begins in Dundee with the RRS Discovery! Pretty, pretty boat! er, ship! It was re-done at some point, and I drooled all over the brass and beautifully varnished wood. Also cool video in the museum about Antarctica. Everybody else was bored, but I, biology geek and sucker for pretty images that I am, sat gaping for twenty minutes with my mouth open making silent “eep”ing noises. I wanna go to Antarctica!
Saturday: The ‘Adventure’ part of the weekend; enter Fiona the demon go-cart driver. Mwa-hahahaha! *makes “vroom!” noises* Also, I make a good – if slightly inept – archery Elf. But the go-carts were the best. Who knows, maybe bobsledding next! *sings Jamaican Bobsled chant*
Sunday: The bus ride back happens, punctuated by bus tour of Aberdeen and visit to Pictavia exhibit. I liked it, but then again I’m apparently the only American not taking a Scottish history class. Speaking of which… back to the presocratics. I think I’ll add Pythagoras to my paper, which is beginning to resemble an expensive Christmas goodie gift basket: full of nutcases, fluffy/crunchy/shiny filler material to pack all the stuff in, and now a fruitcake as the crowning touch.
