Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Tonight was the second "graphic fashion" party-- celebrating bad fashion one more time. This time, it was themed the spring and summer collection. I re-ignited my good old gold suit by cutting off the arms and legs and adding some black tights. I even commemorated the last party by drinking my vodka coke out of a jack daniel's bottle.
The party was fan-fucking-tastic, as per usual. Lindsey and I lasted till about 6:30am before she left the party with Luke, and I lazed in Tom's bed. Finally, Jamie and I caught a taxi to meet Linds and Luke in the meadows. We had a good drunken frisbee session till 8am. Lindsey and I stayed up to go to Subway when it opened at 10am, and it was probbbbably the best sandwich of my life. Needless to say, when my head finally hit the pillow sometime around 11, I was done for.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Tonight we celebrated Dan Buxton's 21st birthday! Dan has been one of my greatest friends here, so it was fun to have this night out with him. We met up with him at The Hawke and Hunter, which turned out to be one of the most expensive adventures of my life. It was a very cool, posh place with a garden on the first floor that was lit up and smoker-friendly. Lovely.
I had made Dan an extremely atrocious pop-up birthday card, which of course, I lost before I saw him. Someone in that super posh bar found it and probably peed their pants laughing at it. I'm gutted that I never found it.
Afterward, Claire, Dan, the girls, and I ventured to Po Na Na's for cheaper drinks. We had a good few twirls on the dance floor, knocked back a few more vodka lemonades, and then called it a night.
I spent more money on drinks this night than I truly ever care to do again.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Today Lindsey and I moved into Sara's flat in Marchmont-- just across the meadows from where I pay my rent. Two of her flatmate's moved out but are still paying on the lease, so we decided to take a mini-vacation and move in for a bit.
We celebrated our first night out by going to City, which was simply unusual, to be certain. I brought home Liam, which was a joke and a half. He seemed to think I was some sort of celebrity because I am American. Not that I'm complaining, but it was truly weird. To get him to leave, I pretended like I had to go to work and did a walk around the block in business casual clothes at 7:30am. Hilarious.
We didn't see much of Sara on this night, as she was with Scott. The card castle is from Lindsey and I the next morning-- bored waiting for Sara to get out of bed. Turns out we'd have to wait till 4pm.
My life truly has become a circus.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Since yesterday was in fact the worst day of my life, it was only fair that karma even things out. I stayed in bed late, showered, and made my way to the meadows to meet friends for a barbecue. It wasn't the best weather, but it didn't really matter-- we made a nice day of it anyway. Food and drinks and cigarettes and cameras and good people.
It was mostly the 2nd years, but Joe and Shannon were there from my class. Just a good day of recovery and good chat. Afterward, we were all supposed to meet at a pub, but I stayed home and edited photos instead. Carian taught me his technique for making photographs look old-- practiced on my favorite photos from the day. I think it's fitting for the kind of mood the day resonated. I'll always remember this day.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
[picture coming soon!]
Today was the worst day of my life. Hands down.
It was my first day of work for the temp agency-- which I thought meant pushing pints at the Heineken cup with Shannon and Tom. (The Heineken Cup is sort of liiike... The Superbowl of rugby). I had a feeling, however, that it was too good to be true. I was right. Instead, Tom got put on the bar, and Shannon and I were sent off to work at Finest Cheeseburgers, a burger van on the other corner of the stadium. It was hot, disgusting, and unsanitary-- hundreds of people crowded up for food with drunken faces. There were no registers, so we were stuck doing all the math in our heads. I worked 8 or 9 hours without a break-- no bathroom, no food, no cigarettes, nothing. We even had to stay late to clean up the mingin van with some lady who I'm pretty sure had the swine flu. I could write all day about how awful it was, but you'd never get the true picture unless you were there.
After we got off work (sometime around 9:30), Shannon and I made the long trek home... our feet swollen to the size of tanks. We sang Disney tunes and limped the whole way back from Murrayfield.
When I got home, I got a ring from Jack-- as it was our night to meet up. I rushed into the shower and out to vodka rev, where I was due to meet him around midnight. My feet were unbelievably sore, and my tights smelled like burgers, but I tried to make myself presentable. When he finally showed up, I felt loads better. I couldn't believe someone so beautiful was there to see me! I finished my drink, and Jack and I headed off to Potterrow to go dancing together.
We waited in the long queue and chatted each other up. I had lost Lindsey and Sara multiple times in the night already, so I tried to prepare myself for a night alone with Jack. I was nervous because he was just so lovely-- I started to think maybe I had finally met someone in Europe that would last longer than a second. When we got inside, we bought drinks and danced together. It seemed like everything was going great-- we were kissing and talking a lot. I could tell something was off though-- he wasn't being totally himself.
After a bit, I suggested we step into the hall, so I could text the girls. I wanted to find them to take some of the pressure away from Jack and me. It was then that he dropped the bomb on me. When we got outside the dance floor, he said, "Good, now we can talk." We had been talking almost all night, so I knew this was no ordinary talk. He began, "Promise not to get mad at me..." Before he even finished his sentence, I knew what was coming-- "I have a girlfriend." Then why text me? Why meet up with me? Why KISS me? I was completely humiliated. He made it worse by telling me he was using me to make her jealous. I see this stuff in the teen movies all the time, but I just never expected it to happen to me. I guess I just assume that everyone is decent, when really, I should have my guard up. WAY up. I was heart-broken. I had been looking forward to this night for weeks.
I went outside on my own and sat down on the wall. I began frantically texting Lindsey and Sara. I was ready to go home, and I was just trying desperately not to cry. No answer from either of them, so I tried to catch a taxi. My feet were swollen, and I was scared I was going to start crying-- but no taxi would drive me since I lived so close. I walked home alone and just made it in the door before I started bawling my eyes out. Thankfully, Josh was online to talk to me, but I'm sure I was barely making sense between the weeping and heaves. I sent Jack a message telling him what he did was terrible, and he better not do that to anyone else. If I could rewind time, I would've been a lot meaner. He deserved to really be told off.
Worst day ever.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Tonight was Gary's surprise goodbye party-- he's off to Mongolia for 3 months. We all gathered in his flat for drinks and then went out to Why Not. It was a good time all around. Jack was supposed to meet up with me on this night, which he did-- but he couldn't get into the club because it was at capacity. I snuck out and sat with him on the steps for a bit. We chatted and kissed. Just as lovely as I had remembered him to be. We agreed to meet again the next night for a proper night together.
After that, I met back up with Lindsey and Sara. Lindsey was in her finest form ever, and Sara and I struggled for a long time to get her home, haha. We took lots of video and photographs to ensure that the next day she could see what a state she was in. Ended the night with the chippy and some good music in my room.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
What I thought for sure was going to be a bust turned out to be a great night. I opted not to follow Lindsey and Sara to Cav, so I organized something of my own. I invited friends over for some drinks at mine, and it was great to spend some time with graphics people-- as always. We piled together on my bed in my room and enjoyed each other's company until about 2am. Around that time, we spilled onto the streets and hiked to The One Below on the corner of Princes Street. The One Below was one of the first places I went with graphics people when I got to Edinburgh, so it was nice to go back there. Dan Porter and Tom Carlile both bought me drinks, which was lovely.
I've really been aware of how limited my time is here, so every time I get to have one of these kinds of nights, it's like a band aid on a wound. I am going to miss every one so much when I go. It almost makes me sick to think about it.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Guess who is going to see Patrick Wolf in Glasgow!!! (mememememememememe!)
I went with Linds and Sar to get my ticket today, followed by pints somewhere around George Street. In the evening, we got saucy at Biddy Mulligan's with a few American tourists.
Highlights (and lowlights):
hearing wonderwall at biddy's (traumatizing)
proposing to lindsey
giving away my tequila shot
ginger minger + 22
Sunday, May 17, 2009
gaspard. YES PLEASE!
if i had to die, i'd say you munching on my cheeks would probably be my number one choice.
i can sense this long-time crush rocketing into unhealthy infatuation.
i love you i love you i love you i love you
Tonight was a great night out. It began by Chinese take-out and Eurovision at Joe and Shonagh's flat. I must say that Eurovision was really quite an experience-- I had no idea such balls-to-the-wall cheese still happened in this world.
After the winner was announced, we played a few drinking games and went out to a few bars off of George Street. The entire night was full of good people and good laughs.
Also, on another high note, I got a text from Jack out of nowhere (though I admit I've thought his name was Zach this whole time, haha). We are supposed to be meeting up this week, and I'm really kind of giddy about it.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Was planning on having a quiet evening in, but as I was talking to Lindsey on Skype, a girl walked past my window outside singing, "I'm goin in for the killll, I'm doin' this for the thrill..."
It was a sign. Lindsey and I knew we were meant to go out.
We rushed to get ready and tried to go to Why Not, but it was already at capacity. We settled for free entry into Shanghai instead. I kissed some guy in a v-neck named David. And we met a bunch of Polish rudes.
The real champion of the evening, however, was Lindsey. She was leaving for Wales the next morning and hadn't even started packing. Classic.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
For the past few days, I've pretty much been on my death bed with what could either be the flu, strep throat, or just the fiercest cold I've ever had. My throat has pretty much been swollen shut, and I've been cursed with a cough that rocks my whole body.
Today was my first attempt at getting back on the wagon with my friends again. I met Lindsey and Sara for catch and some cider on the meadows in the nice weather. Genius times. Sara and I ended the enjoyable afternoon by crashing into Shannon's flat to use her bathroom. Neither of us could make it the extra block to Sara's flat. TOO MUCH CIDER.
I got ready at Sara's (borrowed a dress of hers and finally saw her flat), then we met up with Luke and Van at Cab Vol. Good day. Interesting evening.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Tonight was the end-of-assessment celebration. I wasn't really feeling healthy enough for it, but I figured it could possibly be one of the last times my whole class is together. I didn't want to miss it. We all met at Khushi's, an Indian restaurant right across the street from where I got my tattoo done. The place is BYOB, so I think we must've had about 22 bottles of wine on the table. I drank Tennents because I'm a real class act.
The meal was amazing-- chicken jalfrezi to die for! Afterward, we all walked over to the student housing to meet up with all the second years (sophomores). Everyone was sitting around in the common room, drinking and enjoying themselves. I could feel my body getting heavy and my face stuffing up. I tried to stick it out though and kept sipping on beer. By the time the group had made the decision to go to Bar Salsa and then The Hive, I was barely functioning. I walked through the grassmarket to the first pub, but only lasted there for about five minutes before I made the hike home.
Sorry I missed out on what I've heard was an amazingly crazy night out, but the meal was lovely. So glad I went.
ps. photo courtesy of shannon
Sunday, May 10, 2009
I pulled an all-nighter on this night. My end of the year assessment at ECA is scheduled for Monday, May 11th, so I had to prepare my work to be reviewed. Unfortunately, seeing as I actually have no work, I got the idea into my head that I needed to make a digital scrapbook of my trip here (see a few spreads above). And since I have no printer-- i.e. no way to print off my assignments to be assessed, I made a last-minute run to Bruntsfield to buy a 50 quid printer.
Lindsey came over and we did the all-nighter together. Red Bull, lots of cigarettes, and lots of playlists. I was fine until about 5am. I started losing my voice and getting a heavy chest cough. I think I've got the flu.
Got to ECA to drop off my work, only to find that I wasn't on the list of names to be assessed. Classic. So glad I put in all that effort for nothing.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
What a day! I woke up on Claire's couch this morning, totally disoriented. It took me a good few minutes to remember where I was. I stepped outside to find that I was on George Street, fuck! I did the hungover walk of shame back to my flat for a quick shower. THEN off to Tribe Tattoo!
I was really nervous, but it went fine. I was really surprised at how painful it was! I thought it would be less intense. I can't imagine people getting that done all over their bodies. He spent 45 minutes on my wrist, and that was plenty for me.
Took a good nap, had a nice lunch and dinner with friends. Pretty chill day.
My throat is still really sore, and I don't know if I can stomach a third night in a row of drinking. The girls are up for it though, so who knows.
poses + baby blanket = my life.
Last night we were celebrating Kirsten's (center) 20th birthday. She is a lovely Scottish gal who is flatmates with Shonagh and Joe (also pictured above). There was a flat party at theirs followed by a night out at Lulu's. I never made it to Lulu's though-- opted for a pub with Dan, Claire, Allan, and Luke. Got off my face, as usual.
I ended up passing out in front of everyone on Claire's couch. Classy broad.