Feckin' bullocks.

I've had to change my flight plans drastically, but, God willing, it's meant to be. I left my flight change too long, so I have to stick with my original return date of the 28th of May. Otherwise, I'd have to pay a cancellation fee on top of what I'd have to pay for a new ticket. I checked prices online today and I'd be looking at about $800. Just doesn't seem worth it. This way, at least, I can spend more money while I'm here and I can see my Daddy when he comes to the Island, etc. I have to revamp my intinerary and cut out a few places, oh well. Enough bitching. Went out last night with Jane and her friends Adam and Paul, both of whom were absolutely hilarious. We talked about everything from politics to shaggin in the bum, haha. We had dinner at Wetherspoon's and then Adam drove us home. Janehad to work this morning, so she was gone before I woke up. Rita took me to the train and I travelled to Edinburgh. I'm starting to pick up an accent, it's hilarious. Anyways, Pappel met me at the train station and we yacked all the way to the Castle Rock Hostel where I dropped my shit off and we went out for a drink. Don't waste any time, that's for sure! It's beautiful here, all cobblestone roadways and old brickwork buildings. Pappel couldn't stay out too late because it's exam week, so I toured myself around the city a bit. Went to St. Giles' Cathedral which was so beautiful I almost cried. I lit a candle in the chapel, then headed down the road to City Cafe to read the paper and drink beer, hahaa. The bartender started chatting me up, he was really friendly like everyone else here. We talked travelling and politics and schooling. He's got a degree in film, his name's Chris, and he's been all over the States and bits of Canada. I had to cut our chat short about 2 hours later because I was on my way to the City of the Dead Tour. It was fun, maybe not worth the 5.50 or so I paid for it, but educational nonetheless. The guide told us all about the witch burning and tortures back in medieval days. The had this thing called a thumb-screw, which tightened against the crescent-moon of your nail, and pretty much made your finger explode in the end. Also, they had this cage they put you in along with a rat or a cat and they'd place hot coals along the top so the animal would have to chew through your body to escape to the other side. As we went further along the tour, we entered a large, beautiful graveyard, and the guide told us about the Covenants. They were a group of folk who went against the religion imposed upon them by the Scottish Government. A man named McKenzie subsequently persecuted these people, either by killing them or locking them in jails where they lay face down on the cold ground for days. We visited the jails where they were kept, and we were told of a poltergeist that haunts and sometimes harms people who visit the area. Oh, the other gross thing was that there are so many people mass-buried in this graveyard that sometimes when it rains, bones will poke up through the eroded soil. Nasty. I WAS going to go out tonight, but Paps and I are going for dinner tomorrow with his parents' credit card, and it's 1.75 Guiness night at Biddy Mulligans and 1.00 (pounds I'm talking here) drinks for students at the Tron. Here's to getting shittered!

Some feckin wanker just pulled the fire alarm!