Friday, December 26, 2008


Well, this is just a warning post.

My christmas has been borderline ruined this year because of someone hacking into my paypal account on the 23rd and purchasing a 1,250 USD camera w/ my debit card (plus a 50$ shipping charge). I was fortunate enough to not have enough money in my account, and recieved a phone call asking to verify a purchase (the camera) which I couldn't do (obv). So now, I'm dealing with that. I had to cancel my debit card/report as stolen. Then I had to put a freeze on my credit so no credit cards/etc can be opened in my name, and am currently paying 12$ a month for unlimited access to my credit reports. All because some bastards tried to buy a Canon Rebel SLR camera for christmas.

I'm livid. Not just because of dealing with sitting on the phones. I'm livid and hurt because someone did not care that they have ruined my christmas, my week, possibly my whole stay at home. I'm paranoid now, have had to change all of my passwords etc because I don't know how these people hacked into my paypal, what they know about me, etc. It's been ruined. I can't believe how selfish people are.

So, I'm just writing this as a warning. Watch your stuff online. Watch paypal if you're an ebayer, just becareful. I would seriously consider opening up a random bank account that isn't associated to anything to protect the rest of your accounts. Or not using ebay/paypal at all. I sincerely doubt I ever will.

On a plus side...i got red leather ladies 18th century shoes from Burnley and Trowbridge for christmas. :)

Merry Christmas lovers.

<3 <3

Friday, December 19, 2008


thought that title was obnoxious enough... hehehee

i'm still in ireland..our plane doesn't leave till 830pm but we're not leaving for the airport till 6 or so..just becaue dublin traffic and me not being from the eu and actually flying out of a "real" airport could take some time..

ireland was cool...but i'm really excited for tonight in glasgow...

i'll write more later...

i'll be home sunday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

can you believe it?!


Sunday, December 14, 2008

Wee Update....still haven't finished old posts..i know i know

well, you all have dissappointed me first off.

I know i have readers out there. you all tell me all the time, "oh i read your blog blah blah blah" etc etc.

I write a post, for you to respond to, and melinda (ever so faithful melinda) is the only one that responds.

ya'll friggin' let me down! Really though, I don't care if I don't know you or not, just comment, I want some feedback.

Ok now actually posting.

Life has been ah-mazing here in glasvegas since I've gotten back from Belgium. Couldn't be happier actually, so it's a bit of a bummer to be going home now when I finally feel like everything is in order, but I am excited to go home and see you lovely blog reading, no comment leaving friends and family of mine. I'm dreading the flight though, just because it will be irritating..and I don't like flying around by myself. ( I have a great time when I'm with people though...hahah Kelly Leblanc knows this! :])

Anyways, I leave for Ireland tomorrow evening, and I have a great week instore for me. Ashley is super stoked about mine and helo's visit (and I'm crazy excited to see her again!), So we arrive Monday evening into Dublin, and Tuesday we'll explore the city, guiness factory, etc. That night we're planning on hanging out and getting rowdy at Temple Bar, and ashley will be crashing in our hotel since she lives so far outside the city, and she's coming to Kilkenny with Heloise and I on WEDNESDAY! (sooo excited) should be great shopping in Kilkenny, so lovers, expect cheesy gifts from Ireland (except for you Mamie, I got you something from Brussels cause you're special! haha). Thursday we're going on a bus tour to Blarney Castle and Limerick. I'm excited about this too..not like I need to kiss the blarney stone for the gift of gab...pretty sure I got enough of that to last 2 lifetimes, but a little more wont hurt! :)

I get back around 930 on Friday evening, and then then mayhem really begins. It's Markus's last night in Glasgow (omg sooo sad about this..) and so he wants to go to the 12 hour cheesy pop. Fredrik and I have decided to go, and thankfully, not stay the whole time...since we planned on day trippin' to Edinburgh for last minute christmas gifts for our families etc (little did I realize that I was his gift planner for the women in his family....kinda hard to do when you don't know them...but ohwell i think I helped?) I'm looking forward to going to Edinburgh with him a a mini-vacation!!! It's sad too tho...cause we both go home the next day. I arrive in Chicago at 3:20 chicago time, and then start the long journey back to the ville...either via car (preferred) or suffering through flight delays (lame lame lame)

Oh! and i have the plan for me next semester! I'm very excited about it, and I think it will be a much more exciting and fun semester compared to this heavily confusing and academic one. I got my Work Placement, and it's the one I wanted! I will be working with National Trust of Scotland in Museum Education! I'm very excited because I am the only one that exact WP (another person is at NTS too, but doing a different thing), and I get to organize and present multiple art related talks! The two I'm really looking forward to is the one where I have to dress up as an historical character and speak to school kids (i knew i brought that gown for a reason!) and then the other one I'm really excited about is giving an adult education art history class! I can talk about my love for art, van gogh, netherlandish renaissance, omg sooooo excited to do that! Also, I'm hoping that my sweet american southern charm will win over the NTS and they'll want to keep me for a 'real' job once I'm done! I've been doing a lot of thinking about what I want to do after I get out of grad school, and I really think Museum Education is the right path for me at the moment, curatorial work will be my reward when I'm older I think, but right now, at my age, and just energy & knowledge I would love to work in Museum Education. That's why I'm so excited about my work placement!

The other 2 courses I'm doing are Student Exhibition (wee! talk about resume builder! it's going to be at the Paisley Museum...write more when I know more) and then 16th century palaces castles and their interiors! Sounds like a lovely well rounded time for me, and I'm excited for the next few months! I feel like this first semester was the challenge months, full of tests, trials, lessons, and growth. Now I feel like everything has fallen into place, I've proven myself and passed my tests, now it's time to really enjoy this experience and start growing, and gaining more adventures and stories.

So that's the plan for the week and near future. :) I have missed you all so much, and I'm so excited to come home and see all of you. I love you bunches and muches and muches!

oh, and I've discovered my new letters from the past...not just from great men..but from the past...god they were romantic you goose bumps. What happened to that? Why are we (men and women) so terrified of being romantic and emotional? I think we should be...gets the blood going. Maybe that will be my New Year's comfortable with my romantic and emotional feelings and just let them loose. (hold on tight fredrik...who knows what my resolution will turn me into!!!)

<3 <3

Friday, December 12, 2008


I'll write more tomorrow, but this was the best line I've heard from Scotland in a long time,

"Stop eatin' their food, and buy them a drink!"

Said to a guy hitting on me, Amy, and Kelly tonight at the Islay Inn Pub next to Kelly and I's flats. Priceless. Friggin' Priceless. hahahaha.!

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Guest Bloggers...Please Comment...

Well, I just woke up from a nap in the library...fredrik was so kinda as to take a picture of me mid nappy. Thanks Fredrik...thanks a lot.

Anyways, I put a post on facebook, but only Melinda (of course) responded. I was thinking about having "guest bloggers" to my blog. Aka people like Fredrik, Heloise, and other friends etc write about our adventures here in Glasgow and their perspective on their experience here. I figured they could wirte about things they do with me etc, so that way you all still get updated about my life, but you get to hear it from a different source...who in most cases remember embarassing stories about me that I happen to forget to mention on here. hehe.

Anyways, if you read my blog (I don't know who does because I don't get a lot of comments...minus melinda) Could you please let me know if you all would like this idea? Just leave a comment on this post, you don't have to put your name if you want to remain anon, but I would just appreciate some sor to feedback..

Ok, now back to Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol via Youtube and my Authentic Artwork Essay.

<3 <3

Monday, December 8, 2008

Culture Shock: A Scandinavian Student Dinner Party (aka getting drunk in heels and a dress and singing songs in languages you don't understand...) melodies you recognize about penises, fat ugly women, sex, drinking, and babies.

thank you Scandinavian Student Dinner Party (SSDP from now on). It's called something specific in Swedish/Norwegian/Finnish/Danish, but I don't know all the words, so whatever. Anyways, let me explain to you all about this insane student tradition that Fredrik and Markus put together (with the help of Meri and a Norwegian girl named Eldri). The purpose of a SSDP is to get dressed up in some form. In Sweden they have these cover-alls in bright colors and you can put patches on them, sometimes they just wear these (informal SSDP), and then sometimes they go all the way up to white tie (think White House formality...even with silly Bush). Well, after much debate (Markus and Meri (?) orginially wanted to do a theme dinner, everyone else wanted an excuse to get dressed up. Including me. Duh.) So it was a semi-formal dinner. Yay for me on this one, let me tell you. I was stoked to get all dressed up and wear heels again. (off topic, I really need to live in places that are ideally located to uni/work either by close walk to subway, or close to where I work. I hate having to dress sensibly.) So I get dressed up. I wore red lipstick. I fixed my hair. I was happy. I looked damn good too if I do say so myself. :) I also made pumpkin pie for Markus because he was going to have to miss thanksgiving dinner. So I truck my tush to the Heatherington Research Club on campus....

I was really impressed by what a good job Markus and Fredrik did for the dinner. A part of me thinks that no one expected it to be that nice, since it's the hrc and it's not known for fancy-pantsy, plus 2 boys running something doesn't always turn out well...even if Markus and Fredrik are like an old married couple (which they are) [I say this with the greatest love for both of those boys, who are both incredibly classy, but they're still boys.] Everyone started showing up, all dressed up. It was cool I was one of the first ones there which was nice.

Oh, before I forget, let me point something out here. I was 1 (yes 1) of 2 (yes 2) non-scandinavians there. What does this mean? Well it means I made a new friend (yay new friends!) Who's name is Angus, originally from Scotland and plays bass in the band Acutones (which opened for Westlife, and was incredibly shocked when I had a "who the hell is westlife" reaction. Clearly, I'm not up to snuff on British culture, but I think the UK needs to reevaluate their love for boybands and girlgroups (Westlife and Girls Aloud = lamesauce). Super cool guy though, and it was really nice not being the only non-scandi there.

So, anyways, what do you do in a slightly awkward social situation (with a potentially annoying language barrier?), drink. And that's what I did. That's what everyone did. It was a requirement. I paid 25 quid for this fancy dinner, and i was going to enjoy the hell out of it. So we have the welcome drink and mingling while waiting for everyone to show up and dinner to get started. It was lovely hanging out with a lot of my friends (Cecilia, Agnete, Meri, so on etc).

So the dinner starts, and not within 2 minutes I was forced to sit awkwardly in my seat while I had 20-something scandi's singing about booze. It was awkward. 1 because I had no idea what was going on, and 2 i didn't know the song and 3 i couldn't pronounce the words to sing i just sat there with this dumb gapping mouth look on my face at everyone singing their bloody brains out.

this kept going.



singing every five minutes. literally. I wanted to eat, and it was like the moment i filled my mouth with my delicious goat cheese and balsamic carmalized onion tarte i would hear "BANG BANG BANG BANG TEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Drove me slighty bonkers. Ya'll know me, I like my food, and I don't like not being allowed to eat when it's sitting in front of me for sitting awkwardly at a table while tipsy scandis were singing.

however, apparently it's normal to eat cold food at an SSDP. So I just gave up the dream of a warm dinner. So I drank.

There is a special alcohol they serve at SSDPs similar to Schnapps. They sold it at Ikea (figures), and Fredrik and Markus bought multiple bottles for the dinner. It's called AquaVit (life water) and it tasted like badly flavored everclear (or rubbing alcohol) and you are required to drink this stuff, in shot form. and if you fail or don't do what you're told, you get punished...which just means you get sung at and forced to finish the drink.

After the aquavit burned my throat and warmed my tummy, i got less awkward and started pretending like i knew what was going on. ha. ha. ha. silly me. but it made it a lot easier for me, and a lot more fun (cause I started singing the songs!!!)

All in all it was a fun night, and something that I know was a special experience for me. I got to experience something that was unique to Scandi culture, and I think that's really cool. It was awesome to see boys and girls not concerned about "looking cool" (like they would in America) and singing silly songs again and again. It would never have happened in America, and for that Scandi-ville gets my respect. They had fun, and I had fun with them. I just had to drink enough to start understanding Swedish, Finish, Norwegian, and ... gaelic?

Here's a vid of the birthday song (also the picture of me standing on the chair is from this song), and it's Cecilia and Meri (November birfdays), I love what Cilla does with her glass at the end (girl on the left).

Well, that was my first SSDP. Apparently, there will be one in the spring. Plenty of time for me to remember IUs fight song, and other drinking songs (other than 99 bottles of beer...)

<3 <3

Lykke Li Concert

Hey Lovers,

Ok so what I've decided to do is write about each of the exciting things I've been up to individually, so that way I can keep my brain in order, cause we know me...I'm a bit of a scatter brain and having essays due and crazy busy stuff, it just makes it worse for me....

So the first thing to write about on my little list is the Lykke Li concert that I went to a couple weeks ago (before Thanksgiving). I don't know if anyone from home has heard of her, but she's a Swedish artist (popish) that I found on iTunes beautiful "free single of the week" feature. It was a music video of hers, and it was pretty awesome. Anyways, I found out from my Swedish/Scandinavian friends that she was coming to Glasgow, and tickets were only like 12 pounds. So I introduced Lykke Li to Heloise and we decide to go (well she decided to go with me, I had already decided to go in the first place.)

Anyways it was at a venue called The Arches, which was very cool. It's located in what looks like abandoned train platforms which are situated underneath Central Station. It was huge and dark and damp smelling...kinda like what you would expect from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Plus you could hear the trains when you're in the bathroom...thought that was really cool. Anyways, the concert was good. More rock n roll than I expected, and that was fine for me. She came off a little errr... pretentious...i think that's the word I'm looking for here...but she still put on a decent show.. Here are some pictures..

Ok. 1 many more to go??


Wednesday, December 3, 2008

quick update..

So I can't talk, cause it's damn late, and I have to get up early tomorrow cause.....I'M GOING TO BELGIUM! woooooweeee! i'm excited to get out of Glasgow for a couple of days, a nice little vacation! :)

Anyways, Thanksgiving went excellent. So did the Scandinavian Student Dinner Party, and Lykke Li concert.

I'll write good proper blogs after I get a break. Probably when I'm home for Christmas.

<3 <3

Monday, November 24, 2008


I will swear up and down that scotland has some of the most beautiful countryside...ever. Today I got to get out of the city and go to the National Museum of Rural Life. There they had a country house and a working farm. I got to be in my home enviroment, sorta speak. Away from cement, cars, traffic, and street lights. I got to get mud on my shoes and smell boxwoods and listening to quiet. I got to pet horses. It was well worth the allergic reaction. I almost cried I was so relieved to be in the barn with them. I didn't want to leave.

Tomorrow is the Lykke Li concert and my presentation. Wednesday is the last day of classes for me and the Scandinavian Student Dinner Party (get dressed up. get drunk. and sing songs. It's a Scandinavian thing. I don't quiet get it..but I'm looking forward to it). Thursday is thanksgiving, but I'll be shopping for it then.

I need to work on my essays. Damnit.

<3 <3

Sunday, November 23, 2008

We're Elves. Thanks Dan

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

Just Enjoy the Show.

Hello lovers,

Hard to believe isn't it? I'll be home for Christmas in less than a month. In fact, it is one month till Christmas (Eve...but I still put it in the "Christmas" day category cause Christmas Eve is AWESOME). Anyways, I'm getting down to the wire, and I feel all desire to do anything productive draining from my body. I just want to sleep..I don't really know why...but I'm just not in the mood for much. However, I did finish and practice my timed presentation and I had 30 seconds to spare within my 5 minutes, and I was speaking very slowly, so I do believe my presentation will be good to go.

Other than that I'm stressing out a lot and I can feel myself getting into that "no sunshine/end of term/stressed out/minor homesickness/mini depression". It's time for me to get back into the countryside and enjoy my Christmas. I knew that my move to Glasgow would be a big deal, and it would be difficult and enjoyable at the same time. That it has for sure. A lot of journeys have begun for me, and some I hope last longer than others. I have a great deal of work to do, and I feel very much out of the loop when in regards to my work. I shouldn't be stressed out about my assignments. I've had it a lot worse, but for some reason, they're really hanging over my head, and I just feel like crawling into bed and never coming out. Not until I come home anyways.

I hope that Christmas will get my energy recharged and when I come back to Glasgow in January it will be smooth sailing.

I had a good weekend. Friday was Mark's birthday, and we went out to a pub called the Ivy and then to a club at a hotel. The club was tiny and the music was good (house music..but still fun). Interesting things happened though over the course of the night. Some really good stories actually.

First story, I saw a guy get thrown out of a stretch limousine hummer. Out of the window. It was hilarious. They were stopped in the middle of traffic in the centre of Glasgow, and I guess he just pissed off his friends way too much, and they literally pushed him out of the window. He lost a show in the process, they threw it at him. In return, in the middle of this intersection, filled with traffic, he proceeds to pick up his shoe, and attempt to beat the guys in the limousine with it through the window. Then he tries to crawl back through the window. Didn't work. Then he decides to pull one of the guys out of the window. Didn't work. The whole time everyone in the taxi was watching this fight with complete and total fascination. Only in Glasgow. I swear to god. What was even funnier, to me, was Fredrik had just told me this story about his friend Mike (here in Glasgow) that got into a fight with a "ned" (trashy guy/gal wanna be hip-hop trash I guess? hard to say/explain) anyways, that Mike got cut off/almost ran over by this ned, he yelled random curse word (too inappropriate to repeat on blog) and car stops. Ned gets out. Swings at Mike. Mike ducks and responds, hits him just right and knocks ned out. Then looks down, sees overpriced shit sneaker on ned's foot. Takes ONE off and throws it in the river. Walks home. (hilarious if you ask me). Anyways the fact that I heard one sneaker fight and witnessed another in the same night was highly entertaining to me.

Second random story. So Mom and I saw this band called Albannach at the Kentucky Renaissance Faire (hello nerd stamp...) and they were really good. I liked them...tribal scottish stuff..good drum beats to trance out to. Anyways, they're from Glasgow. Apparently they're not on tour at the moment because once we arrived at this teeny tiny club. Guess who I saw? A band member, drunk and dancing to house music. Made me laugh. I introduced myself and told him I knew the band. He bowed down to me...well deserved I must say. (probably was just amazed that a woman under the age of 35 knew of the band and wasn't total white trash/groupie....cause that is what seemed to be the fan least when I saw them). Anyways, it was just odd. Only my life would I run into a random band member of a random band.

Yesterday I went to Ikea with Fredrik and Heloise...and bought stuff for my room/ thanksgiving. Then I got sickish (guessing from the hot dog from Ikea) and didn't go out. Stayed home and watched A Muppet's Christmas Carol, Love Actually, and Flight of the Conchords DvD.

Today I finished off the rest of my presentation that I'm giving on Tuesday, watched Marie Antoinette and am trying not to freak out about my essays due the 2nd week of December. Perez Hilton introduced me to a new artist. Lenka. Her lyric is the title of my blog. I think I need to make it my mantra for the rest of the year. Here's the video to it...

The Show

It makes me's quirky, and I like that. Plus, I like what she's saying...I keep trying to tell myself that. Not enough sunshine makes me serious I think. I woke up the other morning to bird's chirping..I almost cried...I realized I never hear them anymore.

I never thought I'd miss the countryside as much as I do.

<3 <3

Monday, November 17, 2008

Asshole and Douchebag: A Lesson in American Insults

Ok first off let me apologize to my grandparents and any other adults that I might potentially offend with the upcoming post, but I found my most recent situation too funny not to blog about.

I walk in to my Chinese and Turkish roommates cooking french fries, and Dilek (Turkish) was trying to speak Chinese to Iris (Chinese...obv). Anyways, she was saying, "I love you" in Chinese and then I worked on how to say it.

Well, me being me, usually vulgar and always keen on learning bad words, asked Iris how to say "asshole" in Chinese.

Little did I realize that she didn't know what "asshole" was.

So she and Dilek (who didn't know either) looked at me and went, "What's an asshole?"

I'm sure you're laughing now. You know what's coming next.

Me, "'s...your..asshole...You know...when you use the discharge solid waste from...number 2 (still blank stares from Iris and Dilek is giggleing)...on the toliet...when you go to the bathroom...errr...uhhh...well this is awkward..."

Dilek, "You mean your ass?" (pointing to hers)

Me, "No, not your ass (grabbing mine) but your asshole (referencing to mine)."

Dilek and Iris, "OHHH!!! ahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
ahahahahhahah *breath* ahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah"

Me, "'s what you call people who make you angry. It's an insult."

Dilek, "Oh, ok. What other insults are there?"

Me (remembering my favorite one), "Douchebag." (another mistake)

Dilek, "What's a "douchebag"?

Me, (while having Wet Hot American Summer running through my brain and trying not to quote it) "Well, in American English, a douche is a hygenic cleanser that women use to clean out their..well..private regions..."

Dilek, "oh...i don't really understand."

Me, "It's kinda hard to explain, I've never used one, so it's just kinda the best way I know how to explain it" (all the while I'm catching myself starting to pantomime the act) "It's to help keep their body clean..and sometimes make them smell like strawberries." (not kidding...totally said that. omg.)

Dilek and Iris, "OHHH!!! ahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
ahahahahhahah *breath* ahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah" about one of the most hilarious and awkward situations...ever...but it was really funny to see Iris crack up..Dilek too. Then I tought them other cuss words that they were so keen to learn, but those definitions are easier understood than asshole and douchebag apparently.

That is my life here in Glasgow. Now I'm watching awesome Gap Christmas adds on my laptop..

love you all.

<3 <3

Sunday, November 16, 2008

The Glasgow Bus: A Social Commentary.

Hey Lovers,

I hope everyone is doing well. I'm starting to freak out about all the work I have to do over the next couple of weeks, along with all the other random and various events that will be finishing up my first semester here in Glasgow. [Lykke Li concert, Scandinavian Student Dinner Party, Thanksgiving, Trip to Belgium, Trip to Dublin, Rob and Lauren coming for the day, Decorative Arts Paper 3,000-4,000 words, Authentic Art work Paper 3,000-4,000 words, Research Training presentation and paper (no clue in the word department), and then on top of all that Christmas shopping, and going home for a couple of weeks, only to work on my Lit Review that's due on January 14th.] Clearly...I'm...busy. To say the least.

To get to the title of my blog, "The Glasgow Bus: A Social Commentary", I want to discuss what it is like to ride the bus in Glasgow. Most specifically when I am in Fredrik's neighborhood and we're going towards the city centre via the East End (Bad part of town). Picture this: Fairly old bus (not the really nice double deckers w/ video screens) that is sounding like it's near death everytime it breaks. First stop, a man and his dog get on. They stay towards the front of the bus, he orders his dog up into a seat, and he starts munching on a sandwhich (that the dog really wants). Then we get old fat people who's Glaswegian sounds so incredibly thick you could mistake it for Russian. A group of young to middle aged males who decide that blasting techno and screaming in the back of the bus is a good idea on a Saturday morning. We're driving through what seems to be Little Asia in glasgow (pretty sure there were dead animals from the windows in some spots). And I get to listen to Dog man discuss to the busdriver (which apparently he was friends with) about going to New Zealand. All this time, the trashy people just keep coming on and off the bus. Men, Women, Skinny, Fat, Alcoholics, Smokers, tattooed etc. It was very interesting to say the least. Fredrik and I had that moment where we were sitting there trying to keep a straight face (and hide my horror as I realize how far east we were going) and he looked at me and while laughing went, "you're going to blog about this aren't you?" and I looked at him, laughed, and responded, "oh hell yes. there is no way I can't."

I have a love/hate with buses. I love city watching and learning the city. I love the convience, and the prices. I hate being around weird people, and that they're always late, and never really knowing what stop to get off at. Sometimes though, the people watching is good fun though, and telling to Glaswegian culture. ;)

Anyways, I had a very quiet and Fredrik oriented weekend. I didn't go out at all this weekend (actually really enjoyed that, I'm getting sick of going out). Friday was spent at the Research club studying/reading all day, and then having dinner w/ Fredrik. Saturday it was the big City Centre shopping extravaganza for Fredrik and I. I know what you're thinking, "oh my god! how much did she spend?!?!!?" Cause, let's face it, we all know I'm a shopping hound, but to your great surprise I didn't buy ANYTHING (minus lykke li concert tickets, but that's different in my book). Nope, instead I became Fredrik's Fashion and Shopping Consultant. I introduced him to the Gap (which he didn't care for..but I think he missed my point of "simple basics for reasonable prices and good quality" not the "edgy up to date fashion place" cause I's the Gap for Pete's Sake.), and then I showed him that Urban Outfitters was not just for Interiors (the one here is 3 stories, the first floor is home/book crap, 2nd is womens (crappy ass clothes blakdahs;lh;gawrg), and then the top is men's (which is much better stocked than women's). Anyways, my shopping skill came out very clearly when I beelined it for an amazing winter coat for Fredrik (he needed one). It took him a while to catch up, as he was distracted by t-shirts, and I get him to try it on, and viola! he looked ah-mazing. It fit him really well, which seems to be a bit of a challenge seeing as how he is so tall, but still fairly slim. So he needs a large for arm length, but then the body just eats him alive. This coat was fitted much better than the other ones we tried on, and it suited perfectly. It was classy and simple, but with good stand out details. (Stand up collar, buckles, and stitching detail yum yum yum). It was fabulous. I liked the navy one best, but he stuck to his stand by black. (something about the navy and his skin i think the sailor look [indulging the oh-so-standard men in uniform delighfulness] was another reason. haha.

So we had a great day shopping in the city centre...then we went back to his house and he made dinner while I practiced my Swedish [Yes, on top of my school work, I've decided to start learning swedish...or attempting anyways..] it's actually not that bad to learn..pronounciation seems to be the trickiest part of the learning bit, as the grammar and words are similar. For example Kan du hjälpa mig? is Can you help me? in Swedish. (I know if you try and read it with american speech it's weird as hell, but it doesn't sound that way actually.) But I'm enjoying it...all of you should know my complete unsatisfaction in not being bi-lingual and how I think that America is horribly wrong and doing a disservice to her citizen's by not forcing a second (3rd or 4th) language down our throats at a young age. So any chance I can seize to learn a language..I tend to jump at it...I hated spanish, love french, and I really like learning Swedish. Plus, having Fredrik as a walking speaking dictionary makes it fun. Also I have Cecillia, Markus and other friends to help. Anyways, funny story with the swedish learning stuff, I was practicing it, and going through the program I have, and one of the phrases was "en pojke och en hund" which is a boy and a dog. Well I accidentally said, "en pojke i en hund" which means, um..well..."a boy in a dog." I started laughing when I realized what I said, and Fredrik called me obscene. I found it humerous. My current favorite word is fladdermus (bat like the animal) but it's because of another funny story that isn't quiet blog appropriate. haha..

[Funny side story about the Sub-Pub Crawl that I forgot: End of the night. Fredrik's limping and whining about his lost sole (haha still makes me laugh), Markus decides to teach me "in the jungle" in know, like "in the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tooooniiiigghhhttt aaaaa weeeeeeee ommm bum boooaaaaayyy" song. Anyways, just imagine a group of people screaming a song in swedish and laughing hysterically...i'm sure it was quiet the sight to be seen...hahha]

So we had dinner and I made him watch Elizabethtown with me (his roommate Caitlin has a copy!) and I showed him all the wrong parts of the driving scenes, told him what was what, and got a little homesick and teary eyed for the cicada filled kentucky/indiana summers...and actually that sticky sweet humidity at night..made me want to go night swimming..

I talk about home to him alot...I don't know what he's thinking about it...but I'm always going on about all you readers, etc. Home, School, Family, Friends..he's going to know everything about everyone by the end of school. I hope I don't drive him bonkers, or make his head explode. Being here has made me appreciate some things about home that I didn't the weather (even though I bet it's nicer here than at home at the moment).

Anyways, I miss you all and I miss home. I'm looking forward to coming home for Christmas.

I just need to get all that other stuff out of the way.

<3 <3

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

A Sub-Pub Crawl: an Epic

Meri and I

Alright boys and girls now is the time in the blog that I will share with you a story about a wonderful Glaswegian adventure and tradition known around the world as the "Sub-Pub Crawl". What is a sub-pub crawl you might ask? Well let me give you some background information. A sub-pub crawl is when a group of over 18s (legal issue) decide to buy a "discovery" ticket on the Clockwork Orange (Glasgow Subway System that is circular and orange in color...hence the name) and starting at the first stop of choice (usually the one that is nearest to everyone's home) you get a drink at the nearest (or most preferred and still extremely close) pub to the first subway stop. There are about 15 stops (1 stop has no pub within walking distance, so this means you must drink at least 2 drinks at 1 stop) and the goal is to go to each stop and have at least 1 drink before the pubs close (11-midnightish). The time restraint requires the crawling to commence early in the afternoon/late morning. My crawl started at 2pm and ended 12am. So yes, I succeeded in drinking alcohol for 10 hours straight and did not die (nor was I hungover the next morning either...amazingly)

As mentioned before, the reason for this subpub crawl was for my Finnish friend, Meri (mary). It was her 21st birthday, and she had friends from Finland in for a visit and to help her ring in the big 2-1. We met at a pub called The Captains Rest (haha) between St. George's Cross and Kelvinbridge subways. (But for our purposes it would be St. Georges Cross as 1st stop). There I had a Strongbow Cider (pint) to begin the journey, and also I always think of Paw-Paw's stories about falling into the gutters in the streets of England during WW2 after having cider in pubs. So I figured today was the day that if i was to ever fall into a gutter, this would be it, and I would honor my very cool grandfather by drinking a pint of cider first. :)

So from there we begin. The people you will recognize in this story (other than myself) are Fredrik, Markus, and probably (maybe..) Meri. My friend Selma who's from The Netherlands was also in attendance, but I don't think I've mentioned her on here before (hullo Selma!) It starts off really chill, in all honesty. Fredrik and I had met for lunch before the crawl started so we were filled with cheese and nutella crepes. :)

I'm going to try and keep the stories in linear order, but clearly, the amount of pubs, and the ridiculousness that we went through on this night makes it difficult for me to keep things in order. However, I want to let everyone know that we were always safe, no one got hurt, and any headlocks that I might have put Fredrik in weren't that horrible. (haha)

The pub crawl starts... and since it's early I just want to take it easy as time goes on. The plan is to go south of the River as soon as possible and get out of the bad part of town as quickly as possible. This is crucial because it does become unsafe for subpub crawlers if you are in the south side after dark and later on into the evening. Granted it gets dark here at 5, but no one is at the pub yet, so almost all the places we went to were empty while we were there...which was comforting.

I start with a cider, and then move on to a malibu and pineapple. Then...the Southern Comfort comes into play. It's my shot of choice, and since we were doing shots so often (Drink and run for safety purposes) I did..a lot.. of them that day..but it's fine. When I was getting sick of SoCo I turned to Bailey's (less alcohol and kinda soothing on the stomach). I was concerned about getting myself sick (so many choices), but I was lucky. The smart thing about subpub crawls that if you stick to just one drink, the time spent travelling around etc, makes it difficult to get extremely drunk. It takes a long long time. (however if you drink doubles or more than one drink..that's not my problem). Fredrik and Markus stuck to beer and whisky (they really...really...really love their whisky). So as time went on, ridiculousness insued..which was great fun.

The first funny thing that happened is actually Fredrik and I got into a fight...but this is later on into the evening and it was over something incredibly dumb and hysterically funny (in my view). And wouldn't have happened if we hadn't been drinking. From what you can see by some of the pictures I've posted so far...there were a lot of really really dumb pictures that were taken of Fredrik and I. One of them, I took of him doing something stupid...anyways, he decided he HATED it and wanted it deleted immediately... well, he grabs the camera from my hand, refuses to give it back, and begins messing with all the buttons on my camera looking for my delete button (which is funny cause it's fairly clearly marked blue trashcan!) and I'm just laughing at him as he's desperately trying to delete the photo. I refuse to tell him (to my amusement) how to delete the photo..he then decides to threaten to delete all of my photos...which was not ok with me. So what do I do? I demand he give me my camera back. He refuses. This goes on for a few more minutes. His argument that since he took the picture, it is in his ownership and therefore he has the right to delete it. I say no, it is my camera and my sd card therefore it is my photo, whether he took the photo or not. This kept going and going, and we argued about who's argument would hold up in court (totally judge Judy worthy if you ask me...haha). And eventually I get fed up and walk over to his side of the table...and...well..I kinda put him in a headlock...yep...and we argued for a little while longer, and then he finally gave up and gave me back my SD card (this is after I started calling it my SIM card, and he so brilliantly pointed out, "I do not have your SIM Card. I have your SD Card, and no I will not give it back." haha) So I get my card back, and I make him wait like 5 minutes and then I deleted the picture. I had plan on deleting the picture after he showed such a horrible desire to remove it..but I was fighting for the purpose of the matter (it being my sd card and my camera). So we both won, but it was funny.

The next funny story involves Fredrik's shoe sole. fell of them did...but this was at the end of the night, and he starts yelling, "I'VE LOST MY SOLE!!! I'VE LOST MY SOOOOOLLLEEEEE" Which just resulted in me dying with laughter..I thought it was he then decides to start walking with this ridiculously exaggerated limp and as a result looks like his right leg is 2 feet longer than his left. Well I was busy laughing at him..but I was too embarrassed to be seen next to him..he was looking too ridiculous....

Finally, I just wanna say that it was a great Saturday, and I was very thankful that I wasn't near death on Sunday. It was a good time, and I'm really happy I finally got to experience a sub-pub crawl..I'm sure I'll do another one..but I really want a theme this time! hehe!
we found a pub w/ karaoke! I sang Proud Mary (for Meri!)
I just think this is a really funny/cute picture
Fredrik, Me, and Selma being silly

<3 <3

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Dublin and Belgium and Travelling OH MY!

Super Excited.

Just booked tickets to Belgium for the 3-5th of December (with Kelly) and for Dublin (with Heloise) for the 15-19th of December.

In the midst of 3 papers due, I'm FINALLY going to get out of the UK! soooooooooo excited to go to Ireland and Belgium! :):)

I'll post a lengthy blog about the sub-pub crawl and it's ridiculousness sometime later this week...i'm over loaded with work at the moment, and I need a good hour to blog.

[clearly I survived! ahha]

<3 <3

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Sub-pub Crawl...eek.

So it is 10:58 here in the morning..and my flatmates are slamming doors and making loud noises as they seem to enjoy doing every weekend morning..(irritating when you're trying to sleep)

Today, I will be embarking on my first Sub-pub crawl. What is this you may ask? This is when A group of incredibly ambitious (or stupid I have yet made up my mind) peoplw decide to meet at a pub early in the afternoon and start drinking. And they have at least 1 drink at every pub, and then they go, buy their discovery subway ticket (meaning we can ride all day) and go around the circle subway and get off at everystop, go to a pub and get a drink.

I told fredrik he'll probably be carrying me home the end of the day...he said only if he was able to. (this is very true, it is very possible that I will carry him home...with his taste for Scotch..)

But, when it's your friend's Meri's 21st (omg!) have to celebrate. I have charged up my camera..getting ready to hop inthe shower, meet fredrik for a big lunch, start crawling, and I will be prepared to post all ridiculousness that will follow.

I also told fredrik I will demand Domino's pizza at the end of this journey (which I know will be over at 11 or 12 tonight...which is comforting.) [please note: dominos does not compare to pizza express at 2 am...but it will have to do.]

Wish me luck o' readers of mine. For I have never done anything this ... ridic before in my life.

<3 <3

Friday, November 7, 2008

Cats (the musical) + Faux Guy Fawkes Day + wrist= not my best night

ok well first off I've messed up my wrist. Being me, the klutz that I am...I fell last night walking to the subway (no, I had not had a single drink...remember who's writing this). What was so hysterically funny about it was I took a step and the voice in my head went, "you're going to fall" and I went, "nah I'll be fine, I'm used to walking in these boots" BAM. Flat on my ass. When I fell my arms immediately went down to catch my self, and in the process I scared some African man half to death, and then I hurt my wrist. I hope it's just sprained or something...but my mobility isn't very good...and it hurts really bad...I kept waking up to it hurting while I was trying to sleep last night. I can see where it is we'll see what happens... again me being me, I'm going to be stubborn about the whole thing.

so that was the beginning of the 6th of November night.

Heloise and I crammed ourselves onto the subway and headed towards Glasgow Greens for the fireworks..we didn't really know what to expect, but we were kinda shocked when we got there... there were big screens with personality people talking to crowds (or attempting to), and carnival rides and fair food. Which was cool...but kinda odd at the same time.. they kept talking up this fireworks display like none other, saying there were 3,000 fireworks this year (apparently a big deal to them).

well, let's just put it this way. Thunder over Louisville is sooooooooo much better.

[here are some pictures for you non-louisvillians so you kinda get what i'm talking about]

and this doesn't even really compare to the real's pretty gnarly in all honesty...

anyways, the fireworks were border line, the music they picked was miserable..i mean, they played almost the whole song, Memory from Cats, but only a 30 second snippet of Queen...really? I'm sorry, but I think Queen's We Will Rock You was a little more appropriate than a Cat singing about memories...barf.

anyways Heloise and I were being Firework snobs...the only cool thing about it was where we were standing, the oblisek was in our view and so the fireworks were behind it ... created a ncie view... I tried to get pictures but my camera was dead (per usual)

after the fireworks were over, Heloise and I high-tailed it back to the city centre and to waxy o'connors before everyone else...we parked our butts on some comfy sofas and waited for the others to arrive.. The bar is very cool...and full of little knooks and crannies...which is fun..

And to sum up the rest of the night, I got pissed off at Fredrik. It's better now. But my angry face came out hard core (you all who've seen it know what face I'm talking about). I'm over it now..

so yeah...

So that was my night. Hurt wrist, poor fireworks/guy fawkes, and fredrik pissed me off.

Hopefully today will be better...

oh i have to sit through a conference all afternoon.


<3 <3

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Guy Fawkes Day...remember remember 6th.. of November...

So yesterday was officially Guy Fawkes day (lots of fireworks) however, there was a Celtic Football game yesterday, and Glasgow decided that today (the 6th) was the official celebration of Guy Fawkes Day instead of yesterday...because they couldn't afford/find any extra police.

...did no one think to move the game to ... today?

just asking.

I found it humorous. I'm going for some fireworks tonight and the to a bar called Waxy O'Connors..should be picture worthy. :)

<3 <3

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

The election, a glaswegian perspective

First off, I want to start out with this.

I am speechless. I am so overwhelmed with happiness and the strongest sense of relief I have felt in a long time. I know I am not alone in these feelings. Our country is in need of a great deal of changes, and we have already started down that road. The racism that has plagued our country for centuries has had a great wall knocked down over the past 24 hours. For as long as there is the United States of America, yesterday will be a day that will always be taught to our children and our children's children's children. We have elected a black man to be our president. Not only that, but we elected a charismatic, inspiring, uniting, motivated, and intelligent man who deserves our respect. He worked incredibly hard for this moment, and I hope he enjoys the hell out of it.

I'm fiercely liberal, and there would not have been anyway I would have voted for McCain. However, he did lose a great deal of my respect when he chose Gov. Sarah Palin to be his running mate. If he had selected a runningmate who actually knew policy, and was put together, I wouldn't have aggressively been against McCain. I honestly think she lost him the election, and I honestly believe that he would of had a great shot of being the next president if he had picked a more qualified and intelligent vp.

Palin scared me, a great deal, actually. I saw in her, a woman who would take away women's rights. I saw a woman who would make women take backward steps from where we stand today. It seems, that McCain only picked her because she was a woman. I find this incredibly insulting to all women. Even though I don't agree with Conservative politics, I know that there are more republican women out there who could have done a hell of a job as VP.

My friends from all over the world, are rejoicing with us. However, I really don't think they truely understand what this election means to me, as a young American woman. I don't have to worry about my reproductive rights being taken away. Maybe my beloved gay friends will actually be legally recognized, and no longer be discriminated against due to ignorance. What is going on in America with Prop 8 in California, etc. is un-Constitutional. I cannot tell you how much this breaks my heart. However, the Democrats are in the majority now, and hopefully, we will see equality soon.

I want my friends home from Iraq. I want to make sure that my friends who are serving my country stay in my country. I remember, distinctly, my high-school graduation, June 2004, where all of my classmates who were enlisting in the military stood up for recognition. I remember crying from the pride I had for the girl I called my best friend since I was 8 years old. However, I cannot express to you all the fear I had all through college of recieving news that she was going to Iraq. She hasn't, luckily, and I want to keep it that way. With Obama, she should stay home, and finish her education. Even though she did not go to Iraq, she has served our country for years. I want to know that when my younger brother turns 18, that he can enlist in the military, and I can go to bed and sleep soundly knowing that he wont be sent overseas at such a young age.

Even though it does not matter to me anymore, I want to know that my sibilings, family, friends, and unknown younger generations will be able to attend college, and not go into 100,000 of dollars in debt. People make "we're turning into Europe" comments, and frankly, I find it irritating. Almost all of my friends in Europe attend University for free. Many of them have served their country before attending University. My boyfriend, Fredrik, included. What is wrong with trading a couple years of your time, helping the common good of your country and your countrymen for a quality education for a more affordable rate? Also, what is really so bad about Europe anyways? Why do people talk this way? I'm sure that if these people engaged in an actual intelligent conversation with my friends (most of which study politics...go fig) from Europe, they would be surprised to what they hear.

Most people are only impressed by the fact America has incredibly cheap booze.

One more thing, before I post pictures for my aunt, I ask, that all of you conservatives out there, give Obama a fair chance. Stop watching Fox News, stop listening to Rush Limbaugh, and listen to Obama. Listen to Biden. You have had 8 years with Bush and Cheney, 1 border line stupid, and the other just plain evil (How could one deny his daughter equality is beyond me, and that is why I call him evil.) The Democrats fought hard for this election, and we were successful, truthfully (not like the election of 2000 remind you). Obama won. Give him a shot. This is our chance to show the rest of the world, that we are a forward thinking, united country. Our respect has already increased a great deal to the outside world. I know this for a fact. I no longer have to fear being discriminated against because of being American (it happens..often).

Please give Obama a chance. He deserves it. He did something that none of us could ever dream. Coming from nothing, and now he's our president elect.

Please. Open your heart, and open your mind. Give Obama a chance. You might be pleasantly surprised. <3

Now more pictures of Scotland for my Aunt Teckla, who so polietely requested more "scotland" photos (though I don't have much) The view from the top of a tower at Melrose Abbey
melrose abbey...with a color effect
Sir Walter Scott's Abbotsford. Neo-Gothic

Melrose Abbey Ruins..
View from the scaffolding of Rosslyn Chapel..didn't post pictures of the chapel seeing as how it was covered in Scaffolding (it was kinda lame too...not gonna lie)

Ashley took this shot of my University from Argyle Street (?)
Tweed River and pasture from Abbotsford.

I hope this makes you happier Aunt Teckla :) this is all I really have. :) :)

[I would also like to point out Obama's shout out to Native Americans in his speech last night made me cry.]

<3 <3

Monday, November 3, 2008

embarrassing moment.

I'm not as depressed as I was yesterday. To what/whom do I owe my gratitude?

1. My family, for telling me to get into the park and into nature.
2. Daniel Haddad for his video dance off to cheer me up (as it always does)
3. my 2 hour conversation with Laura (was amazing)
4. Heloise posting funny pictures from halloween

5. Jonas Brothers.

I'm such a tool sometimes (read 5). But it's true. It worked. I can't help that sometimes ridiculously happy go lucky cheesy pop puts me in a good mood.

Don't judge me.


<3 <3

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Halloween and Ashley's Visit...Photos!

Ashley and I attempting the Fist to Blades like our old boss Melanie asked us too...this is at St. George's Square in Glasgow (I kinda sucked at the fists..)
The Aftermath: Kitchen
The Aftermath: Living Room
Being poked by Edward Scissorhands..and laughing about something
Cecilia, Me, and Agnete. I called Agnete my little stereotype the whole night (she didn't know that Dad is Native American). I thought it was cute.
Heloise and I being silly
Heloise was a flapper
Fredrik (Edward Scissorhands) and I. I got to do his makeup!
Girl's Night with Ashley!

Halloween and Ashley's visit

Hey Lovers,

Ok, so I have been super bad about updating and everything...sorry about that. It's been crazy busy here for me..and it's starting to drain me hardcore. It's Sunday early afternoon here, and I've decided that the next couple of days are going to be strictly me time. Ashley was here all last week and I am extremely grateful for her visit. She came at the perfect time, and I loved having her here. We had a great time together as well. However, I can feel myself getting off. It's been a highly emotional few weeks for me and very stressful. Right now, if I was at IU still, is when I would go home and cut off communication with people for a few days. Skyping with my parents will have to do. However I know a part of me is home right now..they have a baby hawk flying around, and my mom and i said at the same time that it was probably just me. (only understood if you're weird like me..i guess)

With everything that has been going on here, that I'm not really going to get into on here (some of you know, some of you dont', but it's not a huge deal anymore..but i'm still in recovery mode). I'm just emotionally exhausted. I've been learning a lot, especially about myself I think. The past few weeks have been incredibly educational and difficult. I hope it's just mercury is in retrograde, because it seems that everything is just off...and I want things to go back to normal. ( i have no idea if it is in retrograde or not...)

I need to get myself back though. I can feel myself losing my energy. I've been putting out so much...I feel like a shell.

I had a really interesting realization though, when I was talking to my mother the other day. She said something that I have been thinking for a long time, and she just kinda nailed it on the head. Even though I never really thought my mother and biological father's divorce really affected me that much (especially since mark and I don't have any sort of relationship, and my dad is Jim who is actually my stepfather, and Jim has raised me..). My mom and I think that maybe it I think I have some PL issues that are still haunting me that I need to work through as well. But I have a huge fear of losing people...especially "mates" (term my mother used...i think it fits...I like associating humans to the animal relm.. i feel like it's more "real"?). I'm terrified of being divorced when I'm older first. But I think I just crave unconditional love...with my past relationships, i've always been the one who put in the most effort. I believe in unconditional love, and I think sometimes I might be the only person who believes that... I know that all I ever really wanted is to just have someone that loves me for me...quirks and faults and all.

This quirk about me can be considered kind of odd I guess. Seeing as how I prefer to be single instead of casual dating (or maybe that's just a way to protect myself from getting attached.?) Also, I think being single is easier. I can be selfish and only care about myself, and I don't ever really disagree with myself (ha)...

it's amazing how much you don't know about yourself until someone says it to your face i guess. i'm glad mom and I had that talk...I had good cry when we were done...because it was finally out in the open.

I need to stop worrying so much. I know everything always works out for the best, for a reason, and how it is supposed to.

I bet this post makes no sense to most of you out's fine really...I'm just kinda venting on here.

Halloween was good. The party was fun....Fredrik looked ah-mazing as edward scissorhands, and heloise was such a pretty flapper (kinda hate how all my old clothes look amazing one her. :-P guess that's what happens when one of your closest friends is a pretty petite french girl). Even though the party was fun, I was in the middle of a lot of serious conversations. Some were expected..some where not. I ended up telling fredrik about an issue of mine that a lot of you all know about, but he didn't..I hadn't felt like it was the right time, and then at the party (with liquid influence) I let it out (it's a drawn out story, that involves other people so I don't want to get into it on here again), but I wasn't able to explain it very well, and so I'm going to have to tell him everything ..i guess.. when he gets back from his highland road trip. My stress level has been very high, and it was seriously affecting my issue...Heloise noticed, and Fredrik noticed without realizing it...

I'll post pictures of the party and ashley's visit later... just in a seperate post.. I don't feel like incorporating them here...I just felt like writing and venting.

I can't believe it's november.....sheesh.

<3 <3

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Lady Emma Hamilton a Couple Portraits by George Romney

George Romney, Lady Hamilton as Circe, 1782

George Romney, Emma Hamilton, 1782


and apparently for being a post-grad at Glasgow University, ranked in the top 100 Unis in the world, I can't spell pictures.


Picutres from the Botanic Gardens, and Random Thoughts.


So yesterday turned into an interesting day...I don't want to go into it on here...but I have a feeling I'm going to get a little loopy for a while...everything works out for the best though, as it always does. Just gotta trust in the universe...

The next couple of weeks are going to be very busy for me it looks like. Ashely is coming to visit starting Next Monday (so so so incredibly excited to see her, even though we became friends this summer, I've missed her like crazy and can't wait to see her and have her around for a week). Plus next Friday is Halloween (i'm doing it easy...just a pirate. I have my corset, I have the boots...curl my hair...wear lots of eyeliner...pretty sure i've been a pirate almost 3 years running..minus the one year i was a gypsy (same difference) Yesterday I turned in my Decorative Arts Room Project Proposal, and I decided I was going to do a room for Emma Hamilton who was a mistress (rumored prostitute), lady to an ambassador, friend to the Queen of Naples, Actress, Muse, etc. Very cool woman, plus she seemed really pretty too, with a good sense of fashion and fun about her. I also figured that she would give me some creative freedom to create a bedroom that was eccentric and eclectic. I found her in a book of Mid-Late Georgian Portraits, and there was this little blurb about her in the book. I figured, ok, so she had Admiral Nelson's kid, no big deal, married Sir Hamilton. Got it. Check. Didn't think there was that much written on her, ya know? I hadn't heard of her even though some of her portraits look familiar.

So in class yesterday Pam asks, "who are you doing your room over?" (She knew i was looking fora portrait), and I go, well I found this portrait of Emma Hamilton, and I read this little blurb about her, and I thought she would be fun to create a room for with her in mind.

Then my professor, Sally Rush (love her), chimes in alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll of this information about her, along with Pam (apparently I was a bit out of the loop with this Emma lady) And, no joke, for the rest of the lecture and study session, it was Emma Hamilton this, Emma Hamilton that, I felt like such an idiot. I had no idea there was this much information on her, and I really wanted it that way so I could have some creative I feel like I'm going to get forced to accurately create her exact room, which is not what I had originally intended...I wanted a chance to get creative...i hope that it's still there. Even though it was great how interested Sally Rush was to tell me where all sorts of information about her is....just a bit overwhelming at 10 am.

I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening on campus till after 7. The weather was miserable and I needed to try and get some studying done. Fredrik met me at the library around 4. Then we went back to my place so he could pick up his stuff that he bought from Ikea (and left here), headed back home, and I had dinner with Heloise.

Whenever Heloise and I have one on one time, she never ceases to surprise me. The things she tells me, I never expected to hear come out of her mouth. Let's just say we have a great deal in common than one would expect (Mom if you catch my drift), and I am actually able to talk about the side of me that I seem to keep hidden away a lot of the time. Originally I only thought Kelly would be the person I could talk to about those things, but it seems Heloise has somethings to say as well. She was telling me how well she remembers her dreams...and I was a little envious when she told me...I mean, she has focused on remembering her dreams her whole life basically, and now she can remember all sorts of details. She's also able to do some lucid dreaming which is really cool as well.

There is a store called Opal Moon that is past Byres Road, on the way to Fredrik's, that talks to me everytime I go by it...maybe today I'll actually go. I feel the need.

So I wanted to post some pictures on here that I took at the botanic gardens when giulia came to visit! So I'm gonna stop rambling and start posting a string of some of the pictures I like the best (i guess?). It was fun to preten I actually have some sort of artistic talent when it comes to photos (even though I have no idea what I'm doing...I figured it was good to practice on plants) :)

and finally, I wanted to throw in this picture I took of myself at Hopetoun. I really liked the clock that (still works) is in the's myspacey...but i thought it was a bit fun to do a "myspace self-portrait" in a house hundreds of years old. Speaking of working clocks...I feel as though the houses talk (whoa hold up abby's getting weird...hold on tight skeptics) to me when I'm there. I've noticed that it seems every room I go into, a clock (mostly 18th century ones) immediately start chiming. Of course, there is everyone else in the room as well..but I've never been treated to so many beautfiul songs walking into a beautiful old home. I don't really know how to explain it, but I really feel like the houses are welcoming me back, and saying hello. It scared me the first time it happened...but I feel like it's a little joke between the homes and I.
When it comes to houses being "alive" or not, Hopetoun was pretty dead...of course the family still lives there in one half of the house...but it was no where near as happy and alive as Dumfries was..I could have stayed in Dumfries forever...of course it was basically in my favorite period ever. Just an extremely well-loved and happy home. Beautiful without a doubt as well. I would love to throw on a Riding Habit and ride the 2000 acres. Scotland has to be one of the most breathtaking places.

Another thing I wanted to share, that I think you lovely readers would appreciate is the invention here in Scotland known as "Ha-Ha's" (not kidding). They are sunken fences for sheep! It's hard to explain unless you see it, but it's absolute genius both for design and for practicality. Instead of having fences place above ground and ruining the views around the beautiful country homes (which would have been a tragedy during the 18th century). Robert Adam (I think..not sure...correct me if wrong) either took this idea from Europe or came up with it himself, dug trench like areas into the ground. One side is gently sloping while the other side is at a 90 degree angle or so. This way, the sheep can move all around the pasture, and down the sloping side, but they can't get out because they're blocked by the 90 wall in place in the ground. Also, as I'm writing this, it was probably good for keeping the sheep safe as would have detered any preditors from getting to them at least for a while I would imagine. How they recieved thier names is a trip obnoxious socialite writer (can't remember his name) wrote about these fences and called him Ha has because when people would stroll the grounds and they fall off into the ha has, people would point and go HAHA! :-P thank you 18th century sense of humor.

Alright, I'm feeling better in my blogging department especially since I've been miserable about updating for about 2 weeks, and I don't want to stay behind in that sense.

Oh, I've downloaded tons of Christmas music...and I'm really excited about it. Today is the 21st. It'll be 2 months till I'm home for Christmas. How bout that as a mind trip? 61 days or so.

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