the hatefulness of sin

so the accomodations rented by the University of Edinburgh are DEPLORABLE. Expensive, cold noise pits. Looks nice, sleeps awful. They're more concerned with fire doors than actual service. Once they get you in a contract, you're fucked. I did get a formal hearing about lack of services set for tomorrow - a big deal it seems to these people who'd rather send 30 emails back & forth than have a five minute phone conversation. No, sure, I'm not bitter at all.

I'm actually a little depressed about it. I've met two types of people here: nice ones and spoilt little rich kids from America and China who should be charged for the air they breathe. If the nice little ESL's downstairs cannot stop slamming every door they open, I may resort to nasty New York Neighbor tactics. Or I might just leave. Can't do an Msc. with the floor moving.

I want to love Scotland - really. Trying very hard. The friends I've made are better than I could ever have imagined - tight, good folks. But the problem with Scotland is that Scotland cannae (can't) seem to get out of it's own way.

I am supposed to go to Glasgow on Thursday. They say people are friendlier and better there. Well friendlier.

M