Insomnia

The internet on campus doesn’t seem to want to let me log onto blogger, so I’m just going to type this up as I sit in the Hub. I had Subway for lunch (since there was no point in me going back to Hillhead- I only have an hour off, and it takes 30 minutes to get there), and I’m just sitting here, biding my time. I have Archeology, then Vikings, and then another hour off before I have my first lecture of Ancient European history (yes!).

By turning down the brightness of my mac, and also just running only this Word-type program, I’ve been very efficient at preserving my battery’s life. It keeps fluctuating, but I’m quite positive it’s going to last me these three lectures. And I figure, by this afternoon, there’ll be less people in the Hub, and I’ll be able to get myself near a plug, and just hook it up.

Right now, I’m just incredibly bored. The Hub is only worth going to if you have friends/people to talk to. The only person near me is some guy on his mac (like me), listening to his headphones. Hardly encouraging for conversation, might I just say. I wish I didn’t have so many classes today, else I’d probably go out for a walk in Seaton. It’s gorgeous outside- for a change!

Of course it would be nice, the day I have the most lectures, and rainy/miserable the day before when I had my day off! Just my luck. Alas, apparently, Aberdeen is one of the sunniest places in Scotland, so other places must be REALLY miserable, because it rains all the time here. Though, I mustn’t complain, since I did choose to go here, as opposed to staying home and going to some expensive school in the US where I’d be forced to take ‘core’ classes on subjects I could not care less about (like sciences and math). Thank God I dodged that bullet.

Last night, I came upon a realization that deeply bothered me. Someone, I will not say who, had been going on about something for the longest time, and I had been absolutely sure they were wrong. In every way. Until last night, that is. I was lying in bed, listening to peaceful soundtrack music, in my attempt to fall asleep; when I realized it. They were right. And I was wrong. It's embarrassing to say the least, but... yeah. I hate admitting I'm wrong- blast being so stubborn!

After several drinks at the pub, and around midnight:

I miss the US, specifically when I hear from my friends at home, and when I go to Subway at the Hub. All the cheesy NYC decorations in there make me so homesick, especially when I recognize things. We watched Bridget Jones today, and I got all sad when Darcy flew to NYC, because I knew exactly where he was in JFK. LOL! How sad is that?! Whatever, I have a counter on my dashboard: 2 months, 2 weeks and 5 days until I fly home, and burst into tears at the first sight of my family/friends/pets. Happy tears, of course!

Going to a pajama party tomorrow- and then maybe a pirate one for Surf Club? Maybe? It's going to be... a crazy night. Thank God I don't have classes on Saturday!

Right, must fight my insomnia and go to sleep- hope the stupid boys on the first floor aren't blasting their music again. It's really annoying- at 1am, can you just shut up? PLEASE?!

bisous!