Will They Let Me Update From Jail?

I accidentally set off the fire alarm today.

By pressing it.

To be fair, they really shouldn't write "push button to open" on the exit if they don't want people to push the button to open door. Thankfully, no one was around because I was leaving class early. The first door I tried was locked. So I turnd to the side. One side of the door was locked. The other side had a green button on it that invited me to push. So I did. And then, two different types of alarms started ringing and buzzing. And I wasn't sure what to do so I just kept marching on and went to the dinner I was leaving class early for without looking back. I really hope I didn't cause too much trouble. And that they didn't have to vacate all the classes. And that my professor doesn't put two and two together and figure out that I probably set off the alarm. And really, I just don't want to go to jail, people- promise to visit me if I get busted?

On the flatmates front (and yes, Bobby, I will have pictures of them soon, you little stalker), flatmate #1 and friend are definitely singing Abba as I type. But I can't really hear them anymore, because I put my headphones on. So now all I hear is Damien Rice. And it's really hard to sing along and type at the same time. That's one of the many reasons why this entry is a bit whack.

Speaking of the dinner I went to tonight, I apparently have the stomach of an elephant, except I can't just get full on peanuts. Tonight was Butler's "reunion dinner" for us. The Butler staff, half-heartedly checking up on us, asked us how we were doing. When Ruth (or the other girl, I really can't be bothered with learning their names) heard that we were doing well, she commented, "That's great, because if you're happy now, think of how happy you will be when you leave!" I'm not sure if that was supposed to cheer us up, or be encouraging, or what kind of smack she was on, but now I can't wait to leave to reach some kind of magical happiness high. Dinner was at the first legit restaurant I'd been to since stepping foot in Scotland and it was tapas style, which meant that each course took forever to come and were all in tiny portions. All the girls at my table were starving, me included, and we all ate lots of bread and pretty much every course served. But the weird thing was that slowly and slowly, everyone started getting full, and I kept going strong. And had every course, sometimes at much greater portions than everyone, and I was still good. The bread, the potatoes, and the other potatoes and the bread did nothing. It was like I've got worms or something. And then dessert came, and still I was not full, even though the lady gave me extra ice cream because she forgot the first time around. To be honest, I'm still a little hungry now. Though more than anything, I'm concerned that there's some bug eating my insides than I am about when my next meal is coming.

Speaking of insides, heard a wonderful, wonderful poem today from this dude named Shappy. This is the only poem of his that I like. It's hilarious and the delivery really is everything, which is unfortunate, because you can't get that just by staring at these letters. Here's the beginning:

Why? Why?! Why is it so dark in here?
It’s cold, too.

It must be because we’re inside my soul!

Can’t see a thing- know why? ‘Cause there’s nothing to see!
Just emptiness.
And what, what’s all these shards of glass doing on the floor?
It must be because the pieces of my porcelain heart you shattered, you whore.
I’ll just meet you by this enormous pile of lies you told me, oh that’s right, you don’t want to see me anymore.