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And here, it's happening again. Two weeks and no update. Terrible track record. You may thank my mom for her little hints via addenda to emails or chats in Words with Friends reminding me that I haven't blogged in a while...

This afternoon, I walked from hanging out with some friends to the Crystal McMillan Building in George Square to check my email and do some work in my spare time this afternoon. I got into the microlab, which was packed with people printing articles and writing papers as the end of the semester encroaches upon us, sat down at a computer, and logged on. While waiting for the computer 'load my settings', I looked out the window to find that it was nearly dark and I could really only see the shadow of the trees against a navy sky. I glanced down at the clock on the computer, which said it was 4:40. Really? 4:40?? We're not even halfway through November and it's already darker sooner than it would be the shortest day of the year in Atlanta. A week an a half ago, it seems I blinked and the weather began to show its true character. Short days. Cold and windy. Rain. And all-around ugh. So thank goodness for a sunny day today, even though it was cold and windy and ended 2 hours ago.

I took my exam for Part 1 of my Core Quantitative Data Analysis class, aka Stats, last week. I got an A! Well, sort of. I got an 88. Their grading scale here is super messed up and makes no sense. Anything above a 70 is an A, just different degrees of A-ness. Either way, not bad for my first mark. Unfortunately, I left the exam feeling like I was finished with the course. Now let me tell you, it is no fun feeling like you're done with something only to have to remind yourself that you're actually only done with half of it, especially when it's statistical analysis. At least all I need to pass the course is a 12 on my final take-home exam. I don't think that'll be too much of a problem.

David took me to high tea at Prestonfield House in the south of Edinburgh last week. It was really fancy with peacocks in the front garden and a man with a kilt waiting with an umbrella to walk me to the front door (it was raining...). The house itself, I think, is nearly 400 years old. But there's a lot of extra history that goes along with the entire estate that I don't really know, so I'll just not say anything so as to avoid getting it wrong. Anyway, while wet, was quite nice, and I really enjoyed it. He did well to think that one up.

So, now comes the time that I really need to start thinking about my final essays. I don't think it will take me too long to actually write, but the preparation is going to be a doozy(sp?). Basically, I plan on reading more in the next month than I've read in the last year. Great. But I'm hoping it'll at least be interesting. Right.

I've been performing in a production of Amadeus at Bedlam Theatre the last couple of nights. It's running all week. They've done quite a good job with it, I think. It's just taken up a lot of time. I've realized that theatre people just don't have a concept of time. And I do. So, it's frustrating to show up for the dress rehearsal at 7:00 and then not start until 7:50. Typical, I suppose, but still annoying. But alas, only 2 more nights.

Okay, surely there's more that has happened the last couple of weeks, but I can't think at the moments. Work, work, and more work. Sleep. Eating occasionally. They gym when I find the time. The life of a student, I guess you could say. Now it's time to print off a few readings and head off to another performance of Amadeus.

Signing off!