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… that ‘erechtheion’ is not, in fact, an insanely quirky euphemism, but is simply… well. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. Picking Classical Civilisation as a minor with little to no prior knowledge on the subject was a rookie mistake, and one which I’m regretting so much that I might swap it for my ‘beloved’ Philosophy. Apologies for the serious amount of absence (not that anyone bar the people I talk to constantly reads this anyway…) but I’ve had a brief affair with blogspot.com – check out http://cauliflowerdisco.blogspot.com/to fill in the gaps!
Serious amounts have changed since my last, post-Paris blog. I’m now 18, living in Glasgow and studying for a degree. Or at least so I’m told… I completed my first book an hour ago, and finished my first drink about 3 hours after arriving at University so it’s fairly apparent which I’m more successful at. I’m hardly helping the Northern stereotype with my miniscule skirts and binge drinking but I am having an excellent time. Aside from minor disasters (our freezer is broken, there’s a miscellaneous smell in the hallway and I undercooked my hotpot in a way only I possibly could), I like to think I’m doing reasonably well. Screw the ‘student’ diet of beans and beer, I made leek and potato soup from scratch yesterday! Some things never change.
As cities go, Glasgow feels like home. People keep telling me I look Scottish (because ginger people only come from Scotland) and the cashpoints keep giving me Monopoly money, but otherwise it’s really pretty excellent. My major dilemma at this point is whether I’d rather join the pole-dancing club, the feminist society, knitting group or kickboxing, since they all clash. I’d like to think this makes me a well-rounded, complex person, but in truth I think I’m just a bit odd really.
Homesick, of course. My Mum has been begging to visit and I’ve been turning her down. She’s coming up next weekend. Apparently I’ll say yes to almost anything if I’m promised steak. Still, plenty of time to hide any unsuitable things I might have lying around my room and give the kitchen a good clean. A small mercy of our broken freezer is the sheer fear we have that University staff will come in, so tidying up won’t be too bad… especially now we’ve stopped using the fire extinguisher as a coat rack.
I’ve been taught the alphabet twice this week in beginner’s French. I think it might be time to swap minors, although I am loving actually understanding everything, which is more than can be said for Lit or Classics. Clearly my fickleness extends to University, but it’s comforting to know that I still love poetry like no normal person would. The amount my bloody books are costing me, however, is testing the boundaries of my love – especially since I’m still waiting for my student loan. Which was due a week ago. Not that I’m annoyed. At all.
But, not to be bitter. I’m being given the opportunity to read books for four years. There is literally no way I can complain about that.
