Chillin.

I'm currently in an Internet cafe close to my work. In here are myself, a quite girl looking to print out a few things and a man and a woman who seem to insist that typing means slamming your index finger from two feet above the key board on each individual key, with approximately five second gaps between each digital key assault.

Now that the environment has been created I'd like to tell you about my past week. Very uneventful. Just chilled really, which was quite nice. I actually worked 12 days straight and didn't notice until day 11, when panic set in. It probably wouldn't have even mattered had I not noticed, but as soon as I did it was like nothing could go right at work. The usual Starbucks treat. Anyways I enjoyed a lovely Sunday off and am back to work, however I have the delight of having sat-Tuesday off this week and plan to take full advantage.

We got our new room mates on Sunday as well. So far so good. WE actually ended up coming into the flat to meet for the first time with a 24 pack of beer on one shoulder so that's a good first impression I think.

Tuesday night is student night at the pubs here so even though neither Britt or I are students we will be taking full advantage of that.

(key slammer 5000 has now started sighing uncontrollably as he has let his lady friend be in control of the keyboard- he actually just walked out).

Oh another nice tid-bit for you. The papers are running a story about a 15 year old girl who just had a baby and the father is a 13 year old boy- yucky times 3 million. Twist in the story- two other 15 year old boys have now stepped forward claiming they believe they are the father- its like some reverse version of the Maury show on H-G-H. It really lifts my spirits on the way to work- that and the sudoku puzzles obviously.

messages to pass on:
*really great comments family
*dad when you talked about "the hand shake" I laughed for sooo long
*really enjoy the Heather/mom comments
*a man yelled at me in Starbucks today because there is a light burnt out (that has been burnt out for as long as I've worked there including times hes come in before) saying that its my fault he can't read his paper: Prick-asourus- rex.

The Welsh are coming!

Well as previously posted about this past weekend was a big one with the Welsh vs. Scotland Six nations game taking place in the fine city of Edinburgh. This meant the invasion by the fine people of Wales.

The game was on Sunday but most Welsh descended upon the city on Thursday and didn't leave until yesterday. The Welsh are a fine species. They have an accent that sounds kind of like a Jamaican/English combo. Some common phrases are 'Fair play'- used when they are cool with what you are doing or saying, and Tidy- basically instead of saying cool. Please look up the show Gavin and Stacey and you will get a good sense of teh welsh (and that show is amazing). Anyways they are absolutely mental and the Welsh team won on Sunday so basically it was necessary for Britt and I to go to the pub and see how the visitors would behave after such a victory.

Well there were about 1000 people in each establishment, all wearing red or some form of red dragon costume all shout-singing songs- none of which were the songs that were playing at the time. One such red clad man started talking to me and he had the name kyle tattooed on his forearm (another common thing amongst the welsh- visible tattoos, commonly on the neck). I of course said is that in case you forget your name and he replied no that my son and my other one is named Landon revealing the other name tattooed on the other arm. To this I said peace out gramps.

Later in the night Britt was talking to some friends of hers so I joined the conversation. One of them had a fresh beer and decided to wipe some of the foam on my cheek- I was like what the F, why the hell would that be a good idea, then he said sorry let me get that and proceeded to lick my face. He then received a slap and a swift quick in the balls. Britt somehow missed this all and then let me know later that her friend had a big crush on me and wanted my number- referring to face licker. Yes please, I mean his first impression was so dazzling and smooth I'm surprised that I didn't already get his number. I'm still just shaking my head and grimacing, but now re-reading what actually went down all I can do is laugh at how ridiculous that story is.

Messages to pass on:
*going to my first quiz night tonight- I'll let you know about that next blog
*watched the grammy's last night- they hold them back a night here so they edit out all the crazy good stuff that happens when they are live- lameo
*new pictures on Facebook- I'll upload more soon.

Superbowl Monday

Britt and I managed to find a pub that was playing the Superbowl on Sunday- and by managed I mean went to the one we usually go to and pressure them into turning on the sound. It was an excellent game I'd have to say, and even if it wasn't how can you say that anything with Bruce Springsteen involved is bad.

Yesterday it snowed all day here. When that happens the airport shuts, schools are closed and its like apocalypse now in the streets. Everyone panicked. In all fairness the winds and stuff made it impossible to see when I was walking home, but really it couldn't have been that bad seeing as its all melted today. The news paper headlines were all dooms day and "the worst is yet to come"- fairly dramatic.

Britt and I were on the bus the other day and a drunk lady tried to get on. The bus driver got out of his booth and we were convinced he was going to deck her but it turned out he was just trying to get everyone to move buses, and didn't really care that the lady was drunk at all- just a little story nugget for you.

messages to pass on:
*Britt witnessed her first live street barf yesterday
*this weekend is Rugby 6 nations start in Edinburgh at Murrayfield right by my flat so apparently the city is going to be nutty
*who deleted their comment on the last blog?!?!