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They have a bar here called chocolatesoup, and the main item served is- yes, Chocolate Soup! Yay!! I forsee much time there, yes I do.

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10 January 2004

University of Edinburgh, Scotland

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Of Coleslaw, Ham, and Funny Sandwich Containers:

Kudos to the Brits in general for their clever means of packaging sandwiches! And extra points for the occassionally delectable if creative combination. But boo and hiss for the coleslaw affinity. Coleslaw belongs with fried chicken, and no where else. Period!

Still, the food here is pretty creatively packed. Paper sacks all have nifty handles, rather like Bath and Body Works, and so have become my purses for the time being. I'm a bag lady! The sandwiches are in these cunning triangular plastic cases...if you slice your sandwhich across you're screwed though, because they're all cut diagonally and stacked on top of eachother before being sealed for 3-10 days (depending on contents) on a convenience store shelf.

And you know, this is the home of the Cadburry Easter Egg! Horray for clucking bunnies, and fine chocolate and creme filled eggs whenever I want them!! Too bad I cant eat them since the stunning comparison to, well, disgusting things, courtesy of some guys back in the states. You know who you are. At any rate, I do believe I will find more clucking bunnies for the Bekah collection. Assuming, of course, Lindsey does not learn of my plans and thwart me, hm...this will require plotting I see!

Sandwhich is a funny word. Mostly because I can never tell if it's spelled correctly, and only a little because its funny to say. Sandwich. Sandwitch. Sandwhich. Bread and filling. That. One point. Ha, yeah. Funny. Ok I better explain that. To eat in the dining center here, one has six points. Food in the dining center is worth varying points, from 0-3, and we're allowed to get whatever we want, so long as it does not go over the six points. Note that those points include drinks and fruit, though not dessert. Hm, go figure. Anyway, more often than not, I can't tell what anything is, so I point and hold up the number of fingers per serving I want. For example, today at lunch I pointed to some pastry (which was later discovered to be filled with cheese and onions and was quite tasty) and held up one finger. One of those, please. Its like ordering at McDonalds back home, only its a mutated form of English instead of Spanish, and there are no hair nets here. But they do wear charming white paper hats with wide brims. It looks like a bunch of ladies heading to Sunday brunch or a round of golf.

So hopefully I've successfully distracted you from the abomidable spelling mistakes in this particular edition, and I'm lamenting the lack of an icon with a raised eyebrow. Thats really how I feel, mind you...kind of like "wtf? You lookin at me?" And you know I have this odd desire to run down my corridor and yell, "But why is the rum gone?! And really bad eggs!! Drink up me earties yo ho!" And no, I've not been drinking. Yet. But I make no promises for the rest of the evening.

Ok well I've done away with the pogo stick santa (lesigh) because Jeff hates it, even if he wont actually ever say so to my face. He's so sweet to me, always trying to make me feel good about the stupid ass shit I do. *happy sigh* But the Santa is abolished to pages of the past. If you, too, miss him as I do, you can see him on the entries for the 8 and 9. At any rate, I'm out of space and time, so I'll be toddling away now. Cheers!!

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