I never could seem to keep a diary growing up. Not for lack of trying - I remember several awesome ones with locks, unicorns, and other equally tasteful decorations, but after writing the first entry I would always tear out what i'd written thinking it sounded stupid and forget about trying altogether. So, i'm giving the internet a shot this time at the risk of total embarassment... Also, it's required for a grade. Also, I think my mom will feel better about this whole thing if she can cyber-stalk me (Hi, Mom!).
I do not know if they will have to drag me onto the plane kicking and screaming (does that bring back misty water-colored graduation day memories for you, Gary?), I do not know a single person going, and I do not know if I will even be able to find the University after I get to Edinburgh. So, here's what I do know so far:
1. I have to write a '6 WORD' autobiography to present at our welcome dinner on Tuesday, and all i've come up with is "Play That Funky Music White Boy."
2. The last shred of faith I had in Radio Shack is gone, thanks to the awesome salesperson who sold me the wrong voltage adaptor yesterday. Last time I checked, Scotland is not in "Continental Europe." I'm returning it tomorrow along with a map.
3. I wasn't the least bit worried about staying in hostels until April said that they're notorious hot spots for the rat population. I'm crossing my fingers that they all walk upright and practice good hygiene like those loveable guys in 'Ratatouille.' I don't think that's asking too much.
4. 'Braveheart' is not real, tartan kilts didn't exist until the 19th century, and I wouldn't touch haggis with a 10 ft. pole.
5. If nothing else, this was an excellent excuse for buying a nice pair of hiking boots.
Next time I write, i'll be on the island, but for now I'm still stuck in 'this isn't really happening' mode. I'm going to be completely selfless and leave the blowdryer and makeup at home so that i'll have room to bring back an authentic Scottish wardrobe (complete with ermine purse!) for each of you, as well as a full set of bagpipes. Lots of watered-down, frizzy haired pictures and mind-numbing chatter to follow.
Champagne Wishes and Caviar Dreams,
Mc-Ashley
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