Train Talk

Okay, so I'm on my third train to Scotland. Started at five in the morning and didn't sleep last night due to a special flat having their end of the term party. I stayed until 3:30am. It only makes sense to go and celebrate the last week when I started at that flat the first week. Only problem is, I am struggling to keep myself awake. I have three stops. I started at Canterbury West, to London St. Pancras, walked to London Euston, and then to Carlisle and finally to Haymarket in Edinbrugh. I already think the best part of this trip was at Canterbury West when waiting for the train to arrive. Out of the people pouring onto the platform with me, a guy comes along. And he is drunk. Funny drunk. As he first walks past me he told me I had beautiful teeth, when I was not smiling nor had my mouth open for my teeth to be visible. He then continued to ask me if I brushed them but walked away. He then walked back over after a few minutes and asked me if he could sit next him. I said sure, why would I be rude and say no? Then he asked me if I would allow him to smoke his cigarette. Yeah, you do you kid. Smoke your gross and smelly cigarette. I guess you would have to be there, but I my head was turned away and laughing the entire time, because other than those moments, he was mumbling the wierdest stuff to him self. He also was having a huge tantrum because he could not find his headphones... that were hanging around his neck...I didn't say anything. 

Anyway, I practicallt lost my voice. After bar hopping on Thursday with the girls, I sounded raspy but after last night, I can barely talk. I can already see my grandma shaking her head in disappointment. But hear me out grandma, it was worth it. I got to spend hours with these people that I may never see again. I remember standing in a group talking with a person from Turkey, a person from France, one from Lithuania, and one from Spain. So much culture, and these people love it just as much as I do. Two amazing girls invited me to Turkey in June! Out of the four nights of going out this last week of term, Wednesday at venue and Thursday in town were the best. I have to say, Michaela and I peeing in an alley together will never be forgotten. 

Back to this trip that I am on my way to, I have no idea what to do when I get there. I did not plan anything and I am happy with that. I want to walk carefree and do whatever comes up, probably ask locals what's best. I did buy a day trip to Glasgow in class the other day. Which hey, that was my last class of the semester. I am free! Now all I have to worry about is catching buses, trains, and flights. I do have a really random essay due in mid May. I'm not worried about it too much, it's only 2000 words and it's on Picasso. And earlier this week, I did write 2000 words in an hour with no stress. Crazy to think, I'll be in Paris in a week. 

This train is going incredibly fast. I jump every time we pass one going the opposite way. 

My grandma back home is apartment hunting for me. Sadly, due to my math credits not counting because I tested low my first year, I am not at Junior (3rd year) standing. I was going to get a Kenilworth apartment so I didn't have to rush to find a place when I get back, and no way was I staying in Sandburg again. So thank goodness, my grandma and hero is at the rescue. She will find the perfect place, I will probably stay there until I graduate. I'm getting excited about an apartment too. I'll get to decorate! And hey grandma, I think I want to upgrade my twin bed for a queen. 

I picked my classes for this Fall, total of 16 credits. I was looking at getting a job but still unsure about it.  

And hey, my Dutch friend told me if you want a Subway footlong, you have to order it by the centimeter. Either a 15cm or 30cm.