On men, both large and small.

Lest anybody get too excited by that title, the small men are jockeys and the large rugby players. Neither of which I've slept with. Yet.
I figured that I should update this since 1) I haven't done so for awhile (every single time that I write that word, I have the one word or two debate in my head), and I'll soon forget everything, and 2) I'm going to London this weekend, so there will be a great deal more to write later. I've done sort of a lot over the past few days, so let's review, shall we?
Saturday: I don't think I did anything during the day, but that night I went to a pub to watch the Wales/England rugby match. 6 Nations is going on right now, which is a rugby tournament involving England, Wales, Scotland, Ireland, France, and... somebody else. Google it if you're interested. That's the only match that I've watched, but it was a damn good one. The pub was huge and super crowded, considering the fact that Scotland wasn't even playing. I can't imagine nights when they are. I knew very little about rugby before Saturday, but watching it taught me a bunch. It's a fairly easy game to understand, as it's basically American football with very few penalties (so very few stoppages of play), more contact, and fewer protective pads. And different scoring. But you get what I mean. We sat at a table in the pub's courtyard, where they had a large screen set up, and it was damn cold. They were selling burgers that they grilled there, and they smelled super good. That's a useless tidbit, unless you care what people eat during sporting events. Anyway.
Sunday: I went to the Musselburgh Racecourse with a group of students from USC. It's a horse-racing track, and this particular race involved hurdles (there are hurdle races and the flat races that people are generally more familiar with, each of which takes place at a different time of year). It was actually a lot of fun. USC paid for everything, and I got a free meal out of it, so that was nice, but going to the races is fun on its own merits. We also got 12 GBP to bet with (it's a cultural activity; minimum bet is 2 GBP and we stayed for 6 races), and I won on 3 of the 6 races that we saw. You can bet a lot of different ways, but the two easiest are "to win" or "to place." So either the horse that you bet on wins and you get money, or comes in 1, 2 or 3 (depending on the number of horses in the race) and you get money. It's an excellent system. I don't know how much I won in total, probably something like 10 GBP. Well done, me.
Monday and Tuesday: A bunch of nothing. Class and homework and about 10 episodes of House. I watch more TV shows now than I ever did at home. Whatever.
Today: Went to buy my train tickets for this weekend and went out to lunch. Had a tutorial and may or may not have impressed my lecturer. Did homework for tomorrow.
Okay, so really I just did substantial things over the weekend. Good enough for me.
I'm really excited about going to London this weekend. Once again, USC is paying for everything, which is too spectacular for words. I won't have a whole lot of time there, but we have a tour of the Globe Theater planned, and we're going to see The 39 Steps, which is a play based on a story that I've actually read (online, while I was not doing work at my job last summer ahaha). I'll take lots of pictures. It's also nice to not have to cram lots of things in, because I expect that I'll be in London again at least once before I leave here. Probably more. I also think that London will be terrifying. We'll see.
In other news, Kate found a subletter for our room. I am eternally grateful to her for this, as it takes a huge financial weight off of my shoulders. I can afford to eat real food now and take advantage of the myriad delicious takeaway places here, if I so desire. Yes, Kate is wonderful, as she enables me to eat. Actually, she's wonderful because she's Kate, as I'm sure we all know.
Um, I think that's all. My brain is full of London and Buddhist sarira relics. Believe me, you don't care. Although, that word does make me laugh. Say it out loud, and try not to say it in a terrible Oriental stereotype accent. Can't be done. Terrible person, right here.
Happy Lent. I've given up potatoes, in all forms. Harder than it sounds.

- C