A SHEEP CALLED JUSTICE

This weekend I went to Inverness! I didn't sleep at all the night before, which led to my first successful nap ever on a bus. Of course, that meant I was curled up like a squirrel with two coats over me, kicking slightly, but it was worth it.

We arrived at an Asda (Wal-Mart for Britons) about two hours later, and I got a muffin and a cup of coffee. It was there I solidified my friend group for the trip. We then went to a waterfall where some long-dead poet lived (it began with an O...I am so bad at paying attention), and waterfalls. Lots of dangerous, slippery, kill-you waterfalls. Alexander, one of my group, was stupid enough to take a picture WAY UP CLOSE, nearly cracking his head open in the process. It was there I got the reputation of Mom of the group, as I berated him for nearly killing me with worry.

Then we traveled to a quaint little town and stopped for a while. I got a spinach and cheese pasty.

Then--the Hogwarts Express.

We went right up to the bridge it's always crossing. It made my little heart go pit-a-pat. It will be my profile picture on facebook for a very, very long time.

We boarded the bus again and drove to our hostel. I shared a room with two other girls. We went to pubs that night, and I had a pint of Guinness. I need to stop with the pints of Guinness. Food and Beer will be my newborn babies.

The next day, breakfast and off to a farm where we saw sheep herded like they have never been herded before. The dude in charge was just a bastion of manliness. He grabbed a sheep with one arm, held it on the ground, and started shearing it with a pair of scissors. The verdict that came from watching these people: sheep are really, really dumb. But puppies! I held an older puppy, a younger puppy, and a little seven-day old puppy that the farmer handed out of a bucket. A puppy bucket. I wanted to take one home with me and cherish it forever. Oh, and a little four year old boy was handing out the puppies. My heart just kind of exploded.

After that, we went back to several castles etc, and then back to the hostel. Some friends and I just got a bottle of booze, a few bags of chips, and talked the night away.

The next day, we saw Loch Ness, the castle on Loch Ness, and I unsuccessfully tried to see the monster. The bus driver played the bagpipes as we disembarked. A man of many talents. I saw the trebuchet used in Highlander (AHH) and then, on the way back, saw the place where they filmed Hagrid's Hut (AAAAAH). Also, there was a place that looked particularly like Helm's Deep, so I stood there and took a picture.

We stopped in Stirling to drop off some people while we watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince: a steaming pile of awkward. It ended just as we were pulling up to Pollack Halls.

All in all, a good time.