Why You No Post, Jacob Steddum?

If you spend all of your time writing life down then you'll soon find that you've run out of time to actually live it.

That's total rubbish. It sounded better in my journal. Really it's just my pitiful excuse for not posting the last week. I apologize to my handful of faithful readers. Most of you probably know that I have a bad habit of falling off the face of the earth at random times. I'm working on it.

The truth is, I haven't been too busy to post. In fact it's probably the total opposite. Things have settled down considerably since the last post. Yesterday marked the end of my third week in Scotland, and it was significantly less eventful than the first two. I think it's just because I'm finally settled in, the newness of Scotland has worn off (slightly), and I'm actually doing what I supposedly came here to do: going to school.

Not that school here isn't enlightening, it just isn't all that interesting. There are more exciting things to talk about. I don't want to bore you with an analysis of Scots language in John Galt's Annals of the Parish. Really. It's boring, even for me.

So instead I'll cram all of the interesting things that have happened since the last post into one semi-interesting post:

Tuesday: Can’t remember. I think I slept a lot this day?

Wednesday: No class. I went into town with Tommy and Matt. We shopped and planned for a rave party we were going to throw on Saturday.

Thursday: Rain started. I came in second in a game of Monopoly with the flatmates.

Friday: Rain continued. Most eventful day during non-posting. Attended another Burn’s Supper with the International Students. It was held by the Scottish National Party. Partook in more haggis, loved it even more the second time. Partook in more Glenfiddick Whiskey, same outcome. A céilidh followed afterwards (pronounced “kay-lee,” essentially a Scottish square dance).

Saturday: Rain continued for third day. Rave postponed due to circumstances surrounding strobe light. Tried out Lambrini, a notoriously girlish drink. Then went pubbing and clubbing with flatmates. Discovered Garth Marenghi's Darkplace afterwards. Went to bed sometime around 5:00am.

Sunday: Rain continues for fourth day. Honorary flatmate Ewan “Robo” Robertson brought visiting sister Katrina “Robo, Jr.” Robertson to the flat for night of card games. Canadian girls made brief appearance. Male flatmates all stood in chairs, banged on ceiling, sung rousing renditions of “The Flower of Scotland” and “The Bonnie Banks O’ Loch Lomond.” Wardens came by because of noise complaint and night officially concluded. Went to bed sometime around 5:00am.

Monday: Rain depressingly continues for fifth day. Flatmates and I took the Robo siblings out to a pub. Briefly went to a club before walking home.

Today: Rain finally subsided, sun makes reappearance. I came in second in a game of Monopoly with the flatmates.

There it is. I suppose it doesn’t sound as uneventful in retrospect, especially Friday and Sunday. Those were classics.

That’s all I’ve got for now. I’ll post again soon, I promise, but in the meantime I’ve got something to ask from you, loyal reader. Something of a “roll call.” If you read these posts, leave me a comment by clicking on “comments” below. You don’t have to register or anything. It’s relatively painless, I swear. This way I know how many are reading. It should encourage me to post more often. Do it, for me.

Cheers,
Jacob