Weegie Wednesday

So today I did some things:
1. Put mesh bags of leaves from different species of tree in the stream in Blackford Glen.
2. Went to Glasgow
3. Played a rugby match!

And now I'm back, obviously. #1 isn't interesting, except in the fact that my demonstrator (what they call T.A.s here) wouldn't let me leave early so I could #2 and get to the #3 on time. Ok, ok, I'll explain myself a little more... We had a rugby match today against the University of Glasgow, in Glasgow. In the pouring down rain. The kind of soul-quenching rain that only (Western) Scotland can provide. Sorry, did I say soul-quenching? I meant soul-SQUELCHING. Every time you thought it couldn't rain any harder, the clouds decided to prove you wrong. Brilliant. The ref was absolute crap, but fortunately the other team was quite friendly, and we still won 68-0. In addition, I did contribute to the points today, scoring a try in my first ever match for Edinburgh Uni. Hurrah! People were calling it my late birthday try, since I didn't end up getting to play in our game this past Sunday.

Unfortunately, I really didn't get to see much of Glasgow, only what went by the bus windows on the way into/out of town. Seems pretty cool, though. People in Edinburgh say that Glasgow's not as nice; that it's not as pretty as Edinburgh. Um, yeah, that's like saying, oh, Yosemite isn't as pretty as Yellowstone. Albeit I wasn't in the bad parts of town, but the bad parts of Edinburgh aren't so nice either... Btw, Glaswegians are, err, affectionately known as "weegies," hence the title of today's blog. ("Glaswegian" is pronounced "glaz-weeeee-jin," for those of you who didn't know. I didn't when I came here... I found out the hard way that "glaz-weggy-ans" don't exist, at least not on this planet.)

It's only 8:30pm, and I'm absolutely beat -- I feel like I've just lived out a week in a day. I've got to scrape some change together to do laundry, as I have no pants left. British pants, that is. Dinner again (or "second dinner" as hobitses would say -- wait, wtf? Did I just reference LOTR? Wow, I AM tired) is also in order, as is some overdue, ahem, studying. I've got a mad Thursday and Friday coming up to finish off the week thanks to radio, so best get that out of the way now. Tomorrow is our event, John Peel Night, a big club night we at Fresh Air are putting on to celebrate Mr. Peel himself, and then I've got a bunch of training and meetings on Friday. Of course I'm looking forward to all the stuff I have to do, and I'd rather just do that than any studying, but you can't always get what you want, can ya?

I would like to say a big thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday or sent me a gift or helped me celebrate it in some way -- I had a great time. True, I've been told that 20 is a sucky year, but it's better than being 19! I ended up going out on Sunday evening with the rugby team for the post-match social, as well as to celebrate my birthday, and then again on Tuesday with non-rugby friends. Good stuff. I think I've thoroughly run being newly 20 years old into the ground, and I'm not sure I can handle any more celebrating. At least not for my birthday and not this week.