Thursday February 23th-Sunday February 26th On Thursday and Friday, I sat around and did basically nothing while my body tried to decide whether or not it was going to fight off whatever I was coming down with. I dusted and vacuumed most of my room, in case it was just my allergies, but that didn’t… Continue reading Days 44-47: a scone by any other name would taste as sweet
Friday February 17-Wednesday February 22 SCOTLAND WAS A MISTAKE. I don’t mean coming here was a mistake, I mean that this entire country is a mistake and THEY PUT CREAM IN THEIR GUACAMOLE TO ENTRAP INNOCENT CALIFORNIANS* SUCH AS MYSELF. Okay, listen, I’m mostly joking but I genuinely am pretty angry. Not only is… Continue reading Days 38-43: I probably should have known John Muir was Scottish before now, but I somehow missed that memo
Thursday February 9th-Thursday February 16th On Thursday, I went to class and then the grocery store. Specifically I went to the bigger Lidl, which is further away, but has better stuff. The distance became a problem, however, when the self-service machine wouldn’t take my £10 note, which meant that I had to spend all my change… Continue reading Days 30-37: “scheme” has a much less nefarious meaning here and it’s throwing me off
Tuesday January 31st-Wednesday February 8th You know how I said I’d see on Tuesday if going to the protest was worth it? Oof. I took painkillers on Monday evening since I was in such severe pain from all the standing. Problem is, I react in all sorts of different ways to those painkillers, and this… Continue reading Days 21-29: they still have lick-able stamps here!