My mother fails.

Not really, but while I'm waiting for her to make her weekly call (I have class at 9am tomorrow, let's hurry this up now), I'll update you people on my life. Granted, I could call her, but it uses like a billion minutes on the phone card that I have. It's cheaper the other way round.
This weekend was both fun and not. Here we go:
Friday night: After updating this, Alice and I decided not to go to the young adults' thing, because it was at somebody's flat and had a high probability of being awkward. Instead, we went pub crawling. The first place we went had a live band playing blusey-rock stuff, with some covers appropriate to that genre (CCR "Fortunate Son", for example). The bar itself was underground and suitably cave-like. Again, appropriate to the type of music that was being played. The next place, we met up with Alice's friend Jenny. This place was a pub, with live folk musicians. Think pub (not the super dark Seven Grand-type), and this should be the type of place that comes to mind. Unfinished wood floors, dark bar and wainscoting, white walls and ceiling, etc. Awesome. Third place was Bannerman's, which is a bar that a lot of students go to, and to which I've been before. There's a back room where they have a place for bands to play, and it's usually punk. So there are also a lot of punks milling about a lot of the time. Basically, I love that place. When that closed at I have no idea, we went to Opium, which, as Glenn told me today (getting to that), bills itself as the "only rock bar in Edinburgh" or something. It's more a club, in my estimation, though the music is generally brilliant. From what I remember. I know that "Arms Race" was played, as well as "Cute Without the E," and, last song of the night, "Don't Stop Believing." And yeah, I danced. With a boy even. Granted, it was more that I was dancing next to a boy who would not leave me the fuck alone and get that I wasn't interested (he kissed me on the cheek when he left. wtf), but still. I've now been clubbing twice since I got here, which makes twice in my entire life. And yes, I was drunk. Obviously. That's a lot of scenery changes.
Saturday: Didn't leave my flat, so I was completely bored and somewhat morose all day. I hate not leaving, but I really just had nowhere to go. I could have gone to the movies or something, but I'd rather go to the movies alone on a weekday. Actually, wait. This is how my Saturday started off. When I got home at 3:30 in the morning or whatever, drunk, I attempted to go to sleep after coherently replying to an email from Kate. What actually happened was, I got into bed, tossed and turned, had the window open because it was too hot. At some point, a huge amount of noise starts up outside. Dudes talking and yelling and shit. The sound of a wheeled trash bin being moved around (think smallish, plastic dumpster). And then my room starts to smell like burning plastic and chemicals. Uh. For fear of being poisoned in my sleep, I got up to shut the window. I vaguely remember seeing a plume of smoke when I did this. Anyway, I still have no idea what the fuck happened, but my room definitely still smelled like chemicals in the morning. And then I woke up at 9:40, because other people outside were being loud, and I just couldn't sleep anymore. So I was tired and vaguely hungover for most of the day, sitting at my desk watching House and Psych reruns, with nobody to talk to. It was an odd, sorta shitty day. And I sent Glenn a Facebook message at like 8pm to figure out what his plans for today's match were, and he hadn't replied by the time that I got to bed. Mostly, yesterday was disappointing.
As Kate and I were talking about, going to a city where we know people/going to grad school with our friends in mind is going to be important to us after SC, because neither one of us ever wants to have to do this whole "making friends" thing again. It's one thing to meet new people, but it's entirely another when it's either make friends or be alone all day, every day. This way is lame. Having at least one person to hang out with at all times is integral, I've learned.
Today: Woke up and went to church. Didn't go to coffee hour (which is a very Episcopal thing wherein the congregation gathers to drink coffee and chat after the service), because the football match was at 3, and I was still hoping beyond hope that Glenn would have responded to my message by this morning. The damn service didn't end until 12:10 as it was, so I hurried home. And lo and behold, I had a Facebook message. Thank fucking God. So after eating lunch and getting quickly changed (I spent a stupid amount of time contemplating my outfit, by the way), Glenn and I met up at 1:15 and walked to the stadium. So yes, I did actually go to the football match with Glenn, thereby making my entire weekend about a million times better. But I think I want to do the match in a separate post, because right now I'm fucking tired and apparently I have to call my mother because she doesn't actually love me.
Goodnight for now. Sorry for the cliffhanger. And Houdini, if you actually still read this, I apologize for being a total girl. I've caught the dumb or something.

- C