Christmas!

I can't believe I go home on Sunday for two weeks. This semester has flown by. I'll be home from Dec. 13th to Dec. 26th, and then I'm back in Edinburgh for Hogmanay! So, fellow New Yorkers, if you're around come hang out! After this homeward excursion I won't be home until September or later.

I've written my 2 essays. I have to edit and revise a bit but I think they're pretty much done (fingers crossed). I feel like an expert on Irish homosexuality and racial science.

After I hand in my essays on Friday I have to head over to Charlotte's for a day of cooking and celebrating. Charlotte, Pip and I are organizing a Christmas dinner for all of our friends, complete with all of those British Christmas puddings that you always hear about in the States and a fruit cake that you set on fire. Should be fun! especially since Charlotte is one of the only people i know who agrees that Whams! 'Last Christmas' is by far the best Christmas song ever created.



I promise to bring my camera around and actually take pictures.

now off to return like 5000000 books to the library.

i would just like to say that this is amazing

Scottish problem #5

Dear nightingale or whatever the hell bird you are outside of my window,

This is not a Keat's poem. You will have no odes from me. So please cease you singing outside of my window at 2 in the morning. It is December. Do you not have someplace warm to migrate to? Do you not sleep? I have never heard a demonic bird such as yourself sing all through the night!

The Scotsmen working outside of my window from 8am every morning are rough enough, but you, you annoying spawn of mother nature, must stop!

Yours, most un-affectionately,
Lucy

fill to me the parting glass

Liam Clancy passed away yesterday. He was the last of the Clancy Brothers. The Clancy's were my first concert ever. I was about 8 and my aunt had canceled on going so my folks had extra tickets. They took me and I fell in love.





Well, I have to write papers on Ireland all day. I'll do it while listening to him. Good man.

death

uhh i'm dying here.

so dreadfully hungover.

went to a drinks reception then to a pub. closed the pub. went to a club. danced to a shit cover band. went back to my place. had lots of wine. woke up to a new jersey girl asleep at my feet and another girl on my floor.

uhhh.

flatmates not happy. sorry.

when you're in a hair slump there's no sitting up

i'm having a hair conundrum again. you know when you think that you're hair looks great and then you see yourself in pictures and just think, "oh shit." i feel like my hair doesn't reflect me. i want something edgier. now is the only time i can probably go for it too considering i'm back in school. the weather over hear is not conducive to ever blowing out my hair, which is how my old new haircut died. my waves just won't behave. but i also don't have time in the mornings to let longer wavy hair dry naturally.

i discovered this haircut and wish i could pull it off. when i fell asleep in an elvis pompadour and woke up to the craziest curly-cue mess in my face the next day it kinda turned into this. at least the front part. but i'm terrified to try it! because the sides and back look quite short.



but i wanna not have a part anymore! if only my hair would agree to this.

NY city's very pretty in the night time but oh don't you miss SoHo?

To prove the lack of sun,this is Edinburgh at 4:00 in the afternoon last Sunday.



The city is all pretty with Christmas lights, ice skating rinks, German markets and carnival ride festivities!


Mulled wine at the German market took a lot of dedication to get through.


But we walked away with snazzy mugs.

And blurry pictures.


And that has made all the difference.