Totoro has NOTHING on me

This morning, I woke up a little later than I expected. I also felt like there was a squirrel trapped in my throat. I decided to sleep a little more, and left the house at around 9:40.

It was raining. And it continues to rain. Truly, Scotland.

I opened my umbrella and walked to the bus stop, having only a carton of orange juice to keep me nourished and hopefully disease free. I am feeling better now--but this morning, in my shapeless, cozy sweater and scarf, I was not very happy. I felt like Totoro waiting for his cat bus. The rain tapped tapped on my umbrella and I stood looking straight ahead.

Now, I'm in Rainey Hall (otherwise known as the GREAT HALL OMG), vaguely looking over my readings and eating a piece of bread. It is too noisy here. I'll move soon.

I've met people here that remind me so much of people back home that I'm thinking they all have a common ancestor somewhere in Europe. There's also this kid I keep seeing everywhere with a slight cockney accent and a mohawk. So far, I sit alone at the cafeteria. I honestly don't mind.

You can people watch so easily here.

Lots of Bieber haircuts. Lots of people reading books. There's a particularly hot one sitting diagonally from me.

Mm.