I'm afraid of ceilidhs.

Sorry I haven't written anything new in a while, I've been busy. School here is alot of work. Tons and tons of reading. And thinking. They have a sort of "work hard play hard" mentality here. Today I went to my Armed Force and Society class. It's one of those classes where I don't know too much about the subject material, but I'm learning alot. So I reckon that's good. Last night me and Becca went to the library bar (which is not actually in the library, funny enough, it's in the Hogwarts-looking student center) to meet some blokes who were supposed to give her her next scavenger hunt clue. She had a friend studying here last semester who left her a scavenger hunt to do, and she had to meet up with these guys on a Monday night to get her next clue. It was pretty fun, they were both British, one was even Scottish (SCOTTISH FRIENDS!). I don't know if I've told you about me and Becca's quest for Scottish friends. We seriously haven't made any yet. Everyone here is either English or American or Asian. But Cameron is Scottish! And he has other Scottish friends to introduce us to. How exciting, we thought we'd never meet our goal.

Besides going to a club called 'City' on Friday night, I didn't do much this weekend. We were really tired after hours and hours of dancing on Friday night. It was pretty fun, I like to dance sometimes. But the girls there were all dressed sort of...how do I say this...suggestive? Tons of make up and short short dresses. I had a misconception that British club girls would be more classy than American girls. I was wrong. Both are equally pretty gross. I actually ended up wearing my converse when we went out, because all I had were those, sandals and wellies. So Becca, Hanne and me went shopping on Sunday to buy some more going out gear. I got some black flats to wear in the future. Clothes are alot more expensive here. Becca had been asking some British girls where they get all their cute clothes, and they've been saying this shop called 'Topshop'. We checked that out and quickly left, it was too expensive. Maybe I'm just really cheap (we went on over to H&M and felt more in our price range there). Next time I go shopping I'm going to check out some charity shops. They have them all over here, and for every possible cause you could imagine: cancer, heart disease, homelessness, animal shelters. Alot more too. It's like having 10 Salvation Armys. Except better. I'm not too fond of Salvy.

Speaking of clothes, a fashion trend I've spotted here and think I'm going to attempt: wearing shorts with tights. Now, I know if my friend Molly reads this, she'll have a fit. She hates when people do this. But I think I can pull it off, and it's everywhere here. Good thing I brought my black tights.

Things I'm planning on doing this week: Cupcake decorating with ChocSoc tonight, Pub Quiz with Amensty International on Friday and possibly the Yule Ball tomorrow. Except I'm sort of worried because I found out the Yule Ball is a ceilidh.That's a Scottish dance. I've heard it's really intense. And I cannot learn dances. It's just impossible for me. So sorta disappointed about that. They had one on Saturday night, and Becca went. She said it was okay but really hard.