FINALLY...a reply from My Director of Studies in Edinburgh to the email I sent him over a week ago....to tell me that he is no longer my DOS (then who the Hell is and why has nobody told me?) He was, however, very kind and explained in great detail what I have to do here - which turns out to be a whole lot less than I actually thought. Score! So I'm slightly less worried about my timetable and schedule than I was before and it also means that I can afford to drop some of the more confusing classes. Double score! I have also changed from French lit to English lit, which makes things a whole lot easier as all the classes are in English. I'm never going to learn any French at all at the rate I'm going on.
Okay, by nature I'm not somebody who cries a lot. I'm really not, I don't know why, but I'm just not. I was slightly worried when I didn't cry when I left to come here and when my Mum left me at the station, even she was crying (mind you, she cries at TV adverts...) but I imagined that I would get just a bit teared up. Anyway, I didn't. But today I received a letter from my big brother (who goes by the wonderful name of Graeme) which made me firstly cry with laughter and then just cry. He's been going through a pretty rough time recently and really doesn't need to be bothering himself worrying about me, but he said some unbearably lovely things which made me feel very loved. All this inbetween making me laugh like a loon - I swear that dude should have his own show. Anyway, I digress. It made me miss him like a mofo and cannot wait now till I get to go home and see him. And the other one too, but he's too busy having fun in his first year uni to worry about me - good on him I say.
It annoys me that I can never think of anything to say on this thing. How I wish my life was interesting. Maybe one day I'll just go off on one and tell me life story. Or maybe not.