*FROM LAST NIGHT*

The parties. Scots. They party so hard.

Like, oh my goodness.

I arrived at the flat, and Julie the Glaswegian was already almost all the way unpacked. We chilled for a while, and then I went off with her friend while she had a job interview. I bought some school supplies and a cup of coffee. I also explained what "Hella sketch", "Mudders" and "dish liquid" meant.

I met some other kids from Scotland, and we hit it off pretty well. We went on Pub Crawl with the rest of Sciennes. That's something you don't see in the states. I guess we don't really have that much of a drinking culture. We can marry before we can sip champagne. Anyway, we got tipsy in the first bar, but in the second bar, they asked for ID. One of my friends wasn't 18 (SUCH A BABYYY), so she couldn't get in. Rather than leave her, we were super awesome friends and went back to Sciennes and had some cocktails (pre-boozed, as the scottish say) before we went to "The Big Cheese", basically, a huge freaking party where everyone is smashed and dancing to S Club 7.

Slightly before that, I won three moose dollars (I don't even know) by sticking my foot behind my head and holding it there. I knew that would come in handy sometime. We also tried singing "Tragedy" in four part harmony (Glaswegian is a music major), but we won them anyway.

She can PARTY.

I then proceeded to go back to the flat and eat a banana so that it somehow got all over the couch. I'm the epitome of class.