Its sad, but I do believe that this "lj" has fallen into disrepair to the point that I might not resurrect it.

I always thought I would post in this forever. And then I was thinking the other day what a stupid thought that is. Who does anything forever? Big-fat-nobody.

"Blogging" as they say, can be painful anyway.

I put my warm and extra-fuzzy winter blanket away today, and broke out the spring comforter. Rock on, warm weather, rock on. It's probably premature; a quick glance at the extended forecast certainly made me reconsider breaking out the flip-flops as well, but its the symbol of the act, man! Begone subzeros, fuck yeah daylight-savings time weeks early.

It makes absolute and complete sense that 80% of the human population live in climates where snow is a non-entity.

Why can't I be one of those people who puts links in their blog entries? Those people are all very cool, right? Well, I wanna be cool too! WAH!

I've done way too much metablogging. In fact, I'm doing it now. I feel as though I've outgrown you, livejournal.

I've been as bad as a one-eyed hobo at keeping you informed on the minutia of my life. So we can have a public (and boring) recapitulation about my classes for next semester and blah blah blah, or I can tell you some little known facts about yours truly:

I am intrigued by my family; my sister strangled over two and a half cats as a child because she loved them to death. Death by hugging.

I ALWAYS lie during those stupid ice-breaker games some lame teachers make you play in order to get to know your peers in class. Sometimes my interesting fact is "I've been struck by lightning.... twice," sometimes it is "I was born without teeth."

Language is pretty cool. Think about it.

Alright, you caught me. That last one isn't really about me, but I was getting bored with all the sentences begining with "I." Talking about myself is really kinda abhorrent after a while.

So, if you're in town, and if I met you at least three times, I've probably already invited you to our Pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving feast we will be holding at our apartment. We scheduled it for the day before real Thanksgiving (that would be the 22nd) and its basically a pot-luck deal. Bring a dish, we'll provide the Turkey and Booze. It'll be a great time.

I'm drunk and waiting for Christmas. No no, not because of winter break (though getting off of school is a plus) but because last year's Christmas was soooo terrible, that I can't help but feel the universe must be sending me an extra special time this year, to make up for the horror of last year.

So here is my Christmas list for those who are interested:
A Resubscription to National Geographic
One Time Machine (because two is just plain greedy)
I enjoy fun-colored socks
One Grad School Acceptance Letter
and...

NO DEAD BODIES THIS TIME!

So if you were plannign on giving me a corpse, please reconsider.

At the request of one S-unit, I have finally changed my userpic so that everyone does not have to stare at boobies when reading my entries on your friends page. For some of you, this will be a great disappointment, for the boobs were attractive, even if they were illustrated. For others, I hope I have helped you become more aware of your own sexuality and thus broadened the world's horizons just a smidge more. And while I regret that I can no longer contribute to the already-quite-large nipple content on the internet, at least I can say I did my part for a few months! Can you say the same!?

The old usericon was nicked, anywho, and this one is at least completely original.

Though boob-less.

SOOOOOOO. So. So what I have been doing to fill my lonely life lately? Well, I've been practicing my alliteration skills, but besides that it has mostly been consumed with my job (which has turned horrendous) and my schoolwork (which ain't half bad). The Loyola Theatre Box Office has turned into a cesspit of barely controlled chaos, all of which it is now my sad duty to administer and maintain. In all honesty, they are not paying me nearly enough for the amount of effort I am putting into this work. For the first time ever, I feel like a job is seriously detracting from my school work. I've already skipped way too many classes because I've been simply too burnt out from work. I am not yet certain how to resolve this issue, but I hope it involves loud, grisly explosions and cocktails.

The rest of my time has been spent dicking around on the internet, listening to Harry Potter podcasts, creating stupid new livejournal userpics, wishing I could return to good 'ole Polwarth House in Stirling. That sort of mindless junk. Oh, but I can now play Bejeweled on ipod. How's that for progress?

Well I hope all you lovely people are all having a lovely time. Congratulations if you got married or pregnant since I last talked to you. Viva la revolution.

I have FOUR useless classes. And two exceptional ones. Problem is, I can't get rid of the other four as they are all required in some way. But I can whine about it.

Maybe later.

Terrible semester. Eons worse than last spring.

Everybody say a prayer for my poor computer, because it is broken AGAIN. Now everyone please call up Gateway and leave the customer service agents gross and disturbing messages about their children being dismembered for selling such shitty products. That'll teach 'em.

Hurrah for my last "first day of school" as an undergrad. And hurrah for absurdly easy classes. But boo to the alarm clock, boos and rotten vegetables. And boo to work, but hurrah for the money! I'm torn between hate and love on this rainy rainy day.

I think I'll go buy a bagel.

I arrived home last Saturday circa seven or eight pm, after fighting security and horrible flights. Got loads of financial and computer problems, but I start work tommorrow so some of that will be solved by money! Weee!

I will be home circa six or seven pm on Saturday night.

Gary's credit card was rejected!!! HA! But not because he reached his limit, his credit card company was just all like 'Hey, there's a ton of purchases in Scotland and you say you live in Chicago. Somethin' is up, but we got your back.' Unfortunately, they were a little late in realizing it. If he actually was the victim of identity theft, he'd already be deeply down the hole.

We're in Edinburgh right now, enjoying the insanity that comes with Festival month. And not enjoying it, I think if one more person tries to hand me a poster I'll have to shove it up his arse. It was interesting for a little while to see all the different ways these poster-hander-outers tried to get your attention. The best, in my opinion, was a japanese guy who had nothing on but a blue scarf thing. His face was all painted, and he also had blue hair, and he didn't say a word. He simply did this elaborate bow and handed me the card, then wagged his hips and danced away. I was even tempted to go see the show. A lot of other people have different methods. Groups of three or four will go chanting or singing up and down the High street. One group was walking in slow motion, it was pretty cool. A couple of people were on stilts and in their underwear, covered in ash or something. Some other people had fish on sticks and raised them up so they looked like a school darting through the crowd. But in general, most everyone who tries to hand out fliers aren't that creative. One group just laid down in the street and started yelling very loudly and very annoyingly that they weren't allowed to get up until all their fliers were gone, so we'd better help them out by taking one.

We did see the One Man Star Wars Trilogy yesterday night. One man, all the characters, all the music, in One hour. He did a fantastic job, he was amazingly accurate. He also does a one man Lord of the Rings show, which isn't here this year, but I am determined to see it eventually.

Tonight some sort of acrobatic show, as well as Jim Henson adult puppet improv. Tommorrow: penis puppetry. Gary's idea. I'm a little freaked out to be sure.

'Before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes. After that who cares?... He's a mile away and you've got his shoes!'

I'm absolutely ridiculously tired, because we've just returned from Orkney, our Highland tour, and a couple days of Edinburgh Festival. We saw quite a bit of cool shit. A wee bit of it sucked, but overall: fantastic.

Gary is standing on a bucket of rocks on Dumyat hill, which is only 300 something meters tall. It's actually good luck if you bring a rock up with you and put it in the cairn, the further down you get the rock the better. This hill is literally right behind our campus. We climbed it two and half times, and sadly there is no time for more. I'm supposed to be finishing up my last paper for class before leaving for the Orkneys. Punish me.

This is Loch Katrine in the Trossachs National Park. We rode across it on the Sir Walter Scott steamship and biked back along the waterfront. Very pretty and all. Obviously this is where Gary bloodied himself. We were told constantly that it was Rob Roy country, so we we stopped at the MacGregor graveyard. Unfortunately a huge family was having a massive picnic on the 16th century graves, yes lets get Lamp and Mint crisps all over the old tombs. No wonder Rob Roy has 'Despite Them' on his grave marker.

Sometimes I think I enjoy changing the customizations of my journal more than actually updating it.

My Scottish History teacher turned out to be quite a fun person. She told us all about King James VI's gigantic tounge (that's James I for all you English) and has a pretty good sense of humor. I suppose you need one if you spend your life reading about Scottish Kings and Queens, because they seem overall humorless.

Gary fell off his bike, blood was everywhere. And we decided to cram in a last minute trip to the Orkneys. Dave, I think you'd especially enjoy it, because we're going to Dwarfie Stone where, as I think you can guess, the dwarf named Trolld, or something like that, reputedly lived for six hundred years dispensing wisdom and consuming ale. It's all old Norse ruins up there, and huge cliffs.

People over here keep telling me that Chicago has had a heat wave, they act as if I know all about it, when I really haven't been home in months. Is it true then?

Went to London last weekend, and we're going to the Trossachs in a couple of minutes. Time is starting to go by really fast, when it went by so slow before.

There seemed to be much more to say before I actually started typing.

Pirates of the Carribean 2 = Greatest dissapointment sincer Terminator 3.

I wanna see my kitties

Scots are kindly people, but they have yet to discover the art of the water fountain. No wonder all the Brits scoff at all the Americans and their bottled water. There is really no such thing as a public water fountain, so how else am I going to quench my thirst on the go? Buy horrible juices from the equivalent of over-priced White Hens that are only open til 5:30pm? I think not.

Maybe Americans are just always thirsty, because I admit I have yet to see any Scot carrying around any type of drink at all.... except alcohol, of course. Which reminds me, I want to get a flask.