Before I begin, I feel it is necessary to give you all a bit of prehistoric background information...Before Scotland was 'Scotland,' it was inhabited in the North and East by a group of people called the Picts. The Picts come from the root word "Picti" meaning, "Painted People." Roman records describe them as a "savage" people, who "painted," or, covered their entire bodies with tattoos in order that the gods would recognize them from the 'heavens'... now don't you feel educated?...Why the need for this lesson, you ask? WELL.... as I am in Pictland, I felt it necessary to do as the Picts would... that's right... l got a tattoo. I did not cry. I did not pass out. I did not scream. I DID get to listen to Johnny Cash and bite Emmelyn's stuffed wombat Gunther, for support. So...giggidy.
Woke up AT 'HOME' (yes!) to the breakfast of champions... you guessed it... Rice Krispies & Banana! My clothes officially fit again, thank you university hot water wash and dry! Had the sandwich of the century (the "Chicken Legend") at McDonalds (which is quite posh, I must say)...so, good news overall today! Back in the Saddle, it would seem. The Pollock Halls Heaven Shower has washed away all 3rd ring of hell, sheep, and bus related angst. All rejoice!
Other Non-Painful, Non-Pictish Sordid Activities and Happenings:
1. Operation Stal
k the Queen commenced at 00:12:00 hours. Location: Holyrood Palace. Goal: To look so adorably tourist-y and charming that HM the Queen would invite Isabelle and I to her Garden Party souiree. Result: A few good shots of the army doing "marchy-march and guard the front of the palace," a pretty good face-tan...and ultimately, failure.
k the Queen commenced at 00:12:00 hours. Location: Holyrood Palace. Goal: To look so adorably tourist-y and charming that HM the Queen would invite Isabelle and I to her Garden Party souiree. Result: A few good shots of the army doing "marchy-march and guard the front of the palace," a pretty good face-tan...and ultimately, failure. 
2. After queeny-stalking failure, bought 1 very pricey slice of Belgian Chocolate and Vanilla Fudge... I don't feel this needs any further explanation. (Other than that it was HEAVEN IN A BAR....but again, I will spare you the details).3. Ba
nanaflowers. The good groundskeepers at the U. of Edinburgh have planted whole rows of them whilst we were out cavorting in the hell-bus (see mini banana flower picture). They are... well... banana shaped flowers. And also, a terrible tease. Every time I walk by, I can hear them say "Just try to eat me...go ahead... make my day." And I very well might, soon. I have been severely deprived in the fruit and veggie department. A loose cannon, some would say.
nanaflowers. The good groundskeepers at the U. of Edinburgh have planted whole rows of them whilst we were out cavorting in the hell-bus (see mini banana flower picture). They are... well... banana shaped flowers. And also, a terrible tease. Every time I walk by, I can hear them say "Just try to eat me...go ahead... make my day." And I very well might, soon. I have been severely deprived in the fruit and veggie department. A loose cannon, some would say.4. Made a new friend-ish. While walking to lunch, noticed a wee little fella' on one of the sh
op windows. His name? Testicle Tim. ('Timmy' to his friends, I imagine). His mission? To warn the world of the perils of testicular cancer... pretty heavy job. (...that's what she said...). Decided to take a picture holding Testicle Tim up for the world to see, only to realize that there were ACTUAL PEOPLE working just on the other side of the window looking at me like I was an escapee from the Loon's Reserve (sound logic, really). Jolly good time for all involved.
op windows. His name? Testicle Tim. ('Timmy' to his friends, I imagine). His mission? To warn the world of the perils of testicular cancer... pretty heavy job. (...that's what she said...). Decided to take a picture holding Testicle Tim up for the world to see, only to realize that there were ACTUAL PEOPLE working just on the other side of the window looking at me like I was an escapee from the Loon's Reserve (sound logic, really). Jolly good time for all involved. 5. Ever come back to a place after being away for some time and discover that it is far more insane-ridden than you'd noticed the first time around? That is Edinburgh, for you. Today I saw a Native American Indian playing the flute and dancing around all feathery (I was actually surprised. I half expected him to be crying, as the streets are quite littered with fast food wrappings. For those of you not born in the 70's, please click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4ozVMxzNAA).
Also, "
Cockburn Street." Also, an outdoor toilet monopoly...you must PAY 20p to...well...to pee! Highway robbery. Also, nearly hit by a bus...even the sidewalk isn't sacred to these hooligans, it seems. I will be forced to buy suction cups and crawl along the building facades to avoid death and dismemberment soon, I fear.
Cockburn Street." Also, an outdoor toilet monopoly...you must PAY 20p to...well...to pee! Highway robbery. Also, nearly hit by a bus...even the sidewalk isn't sacred to these hooligans, it seems. I will be forced to buy suction cups and crawl along the building facades to avoid death and dismemberment soon, I fear. In short, I Heart Edinburgh. Though I refuse to pay 20pounds for a T-Shirt that says so.
My last day with Brian the Bus Driver tomorrow... a tragedy of epic proportions...we're taking a morning drive to the cliffs of St. Andrews...(No, I don't know if they have cliffs, really. Just adding a few sprinkles for dramatic effect). We are like two ships in the night, you see... or something like that. Les Miserables. Ish.
Counting Down the Hours to Glasgow (T-minus 32 and counting). Also listening to 2 classmates talk about swords...(no, Sarah, not THAT kind... you are truly my soul mate, mind-wise). Also got a trio of veloceraptors in my Kinder Surprise.
Pictish Evidence Day 14: http://s672.photobucket.com/albums/vv82/amj7348/Scotland%20Day%2014/
Hooray for Wednesday,
Ashley
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