"Contentment is the enemy of invention".
Too true. As you might guess, things have imporved somewhat since my last post, and I'm no longer reduced to tears by the hour os so of time alone each day.
Societies are the name of the game now, and are proving to be an excellent way to meed people. Hopefully by this time next year, I'll have one or two short films made, a bucket load of new writings, and a wider foreign vocabulary. Yes, this town is still small and potentially suffocating, but the open mindedness of my fellow students is a great offset. Still no place to buy CDs here, though.
One upshot of being put back into an institutionalised state is that it gives you a clear sense of purpose. Biology gives that. Can't say the same for Geography and Psychology, which are a total monopoly on my time, as evdienced in my feild trip last weekend to arthur's seat. I'm sorry, but rocks just do not do anything for me.
"Finding Nemo" is one of the best films I've seen. The graphics are lushious, it doesn't treat you like an idiot (or child, for that matter), the jokes are hilarious, the casting and performaces surperb. It also has the most romantic confession of (unspoken) love I've ever seen, dulled not one iota by that fact that it's delivered by a fish. Go see it. Which reminds me, I must go seek Kill Bill next week...
I'm currently listening go "Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm" by Crash Test Dummies, quite a mesmerising bit of Americana.
I'm playing m Banjo at an open mic night tonight. I'll let you all know how it goes.
Right, that'll do. I 'll stop...
here.
Thursday, October 16, 2003
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
This place is just nuts.
Coming here was one hell of a shock. For starters the Uni is totally oversubscribed (read: everyone who said they would come, HAS come), the result of which is that all available rooms in the hall have been converted to bedrooms. Including the TV room, and a lot of tiny storage cupboards. One of which I was alotted to. Dad put up a fuss on my behelf, and the wardens "discovered" that a mistake had been made...
I now have a room that is capable of being lived in.
This is a very lonley place. To date, I've only one person to my name that I could consider a friend, and for that, you should look under "perfect stranger". I'm still feeling totally alone, even after my little trip back to banff last weekend (something I will repeat this weekend). I can't count the amount of times I cried last week, purely out of not knowing what other response to have. I'm still very loney.
The workload looks massive. From what I'm seeing in the introductary lectures, there's a tough year ahead. I've NO idea how people are ablr to balance their study with fun. With the dyslexia on top of that, things are going to get sweaty (in a mental sort of sense).
The oppertunites for fun look endless. So far I've joined Film watching, Film making, Creative writing (something woefully absent from the english syllabus), Anime, Comedy and SCUBA clubs. It was at the meeting of the film making club that the wierd thing happened.
We were all at the front of a bar called "drouthy neebors" when a very important looking motorcade of black vintage mercedes dorve by the window, stopped infront of the no entry signs that bar that section of road from the road out of town. On the front of each car were these flags: http://www.flags.net/elements/gif_flags/AFGH001.GIF
All three cars proceeded to perform three-point turns, and having caught the attention of everyone in the front of the bar, a figure in the back proceeded to wave at us untill the cars drove off again.
The man was this man: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/3153494.stm
I got waved at by an important internation statesman whilst sipping a long vodka.
Absolutely nuts.
Coming here was one hell of a shock. For starters the Uni is totally oversubscribed (read: everyone who said they would come, HAS come), the result of which is that all available rooms in the hall have been converted to bedrooms. Including the TV room, and a lot of tiny storage cupboards. One of which I was alotted to. Dad put up a fuss on my behelf, and the wardens "discovered" that a mistake had been made...
I now have a room that is capable of being lived in.
This is a very lonley place. To date, I've only one person to my name that I could consider a friend, and for that, you should look under "perfect stranger". I'm still feeling totally alone, even after my little trip back to banff last weekend (something I will repeat this weekend). I can't count the amount of times I cried last week, purely out of not knowing what other response to have. I'm still very loney.
The workload looks massive. From what I'm seeing in the introductary lectures, there's a tough year ahead. I've NO idea how people are ablr to balance their study with fun. With the dyslexia on top of that, things are going to get sweaty (in a mental sort of sense).
The oppertunites for fun look endless. So far I've joined Film watching, Film making, Creative writing (something woefully absent from the english syllabus), Anime, Comedy and SCUBA clubs. It was at the meeting of the film making club that the wierd thing happened.
We were all at the front of a bar called "drouthy neebors" when a very important looking motorcade of black vintage mercedes dorve by the window, stopped infront of the no entry signs that bar that section of road from the road out of town. On the front of each car were these flags: http://www.flags.net/elements/gif_flags/AFGH001.GIF
All three cars proceeded to perform three-point turns, and having caught the attention of everyone in the front of the bar, a figure in the back proceeded to wave at us untill the cars drove off again.
The man was this man: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/3153494.stm
I got waved at by an important internation statesman whilst sipping a long vodka.
Absolutely nuts.
