I've always wanted to blog, but worried that I don't have enough to say. We'll just have to see how this goes. I'm going abroad this summer and fall. Now seems as good a time as any to begin. There's just over a week of school left before going home for the summer. I suppose I should be studying for finals. In due time, in due time. I can't believe another entire year of school is over. It seems like I only just got here. Stranger is the realization that I won't be back until January. Summer is Florence and (hopefully) Milan. Fall is Edinburgh. I've never spent so much time out of the country before. It certainly should be interesting. If I had to pick, I'd say I'm most excited about Edinburgh.
It seems almost stupidly sentimental to want to study there. I never thought I'd be one of those people who actually considers the school their father went to. It could be worse though, I could've chosen St. Andrews. Many more family members went there. The city is tiny though and doesn't have much to do, unless you're into the whole golfing thing. It's not exactly a passion of most girls in their early 20s to say the least. Edinburgh is a whole different story. The city has a vibrancy to it, as well as a sense of age. You just can't find that oldness in the US. You can walk the streets and know that people have done the same, on the same cobblestones, for ages. There's something beautiful in that history. Or maybe I just have an overactive imagination. Perhaps they're both possibilities.
Anyway. Something in my room (okay, technically the strange ceiling panel of my room) is making scary noises. It had better not be a mouse, or worse a rat! The idea of that terrifies me. Animals should not be living in ceilings. Or rooms. Or generally indoors in a non-controlled situation. There were squirrels living between the wall of my room and Jamie's when I was little. The scratching was horrific every night. I can't count the number of time I had to run to my parents' room. They never believed me. It wasn't until we renovated and the builders found the skeletons that I was proven correct. That sounds a bit morbid. I'll blame the CSI I'm currently watching. Terrible show, but mindlessly entertaining in that morbid kind of way. I like to think that the colorful shots of Miami somewhat balance the more grisly images. Maybe that and Horatio's calculated coolness. Seriously though, would it kill him to change the tone of his voice once in a while?
Anyway. Something in my room (okay, technically the strange ceiling panel of my room) is making scary noises. It had better not be a mouse, or worse a rat! The idea of that terrifies me. Animals should not be living in ceilings. Or rooms. Or generally indoors in a non-controlled situation. There were squirrels living between the wall of my room and Jamie's when I was little. The scratching was horrific every night. I can't count the number of time I had to run to my parents' room. They never believed me. It wasn't until we renovated and the builders found the skeletons that I was proven correct. That sounds a bit morbid. I'll blame the CSI I'm currently watching. Terrible show, but mindlessly entertaining in that morbid kind of way. I like to think that the colorful shots of Miami somewhat balance the more grisly images. Maybe that and Horatio's calculated coolness. Seriously though, would it kill him to change the tone of his voice once in a while?
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