Don't Stop Beliving

I hear there are people out there who check this every day, so I figured I should throw those of you a bone. :) In true Jillian style, writing always seems to take the backseat when there are frivolous adventures to be discovered.

ANYWAY- how could I possibly catch up here...let me think...

Two weeks ago, Ellen rolled in to town for my most ridiculous weekend in Glasgow to date. We checked out the Glasgow Cathedral and Necropolis (HUGE cemetery, very interesting), St. Mungo's Museum of Religious Art. We drank tea, walked several miles, played flippy cup at a seedy hostel, drank Irish Moonshine (would not recommend...). All in all, it was a grand old time.
Week 3 at Strathclyde was pretty chill. There is so much reading to be done it's borderline ridiculous. I'm sure this is why they give students a whole month of class to study for exams, no one could do all this reading in between going to lectures and tutorials and writing papers and having a social life. You would think I was here to study, sheesh...

The Strathclyde Christian Union had their big outreach week. Free lunch bar daily with a talk ranging from "Why does God allow suffering" to "Do all religions lead to God?" Some were great, some I found theologically sketchy. This is why I like being Catholic, no differences in doctrine, very straightforward. Enough about that...

This weekend Meghann and Karen (friends who moved here six years ago) came down for Aultbea (in the Highlands) and we had a jam packed weekend of Glasgow Film Festival, shopping, drinking tea, and visiting the suburbs. It was marvelous to see them. I'm looking forward to going there for Spring Break.

Last night I was up all night writing a paper, a classic Jillian move. But that is turned in and out of my hands, praise Jesus. It didn't occur to me that it was going to be so complicated writing about popular culture until I realized that I only know American popular culture, not British popular culture. I need to start getting myself a newspaper...

There is a lot going around this week, the Six Nations Rugby tournament has been on. For those of you who don't know rugby, it is, as they say here, a ruffians game played by gentlemen (or is it a gentleman's game played by ruffians? who knows...) Anyway, here is a simple equation for understanding rugby for those of you unfamiliar with the sport.

American football (- protective head gear and all other forms of bodily protection) + Soccer + Crazy People (this is probably why the Irish seem to excel at it) = Rugby (sorry Padre)

I could say more, but I would probably not do it justice. If you really want to know, check it out here. Anyway, Six Nations is going on right now, which people here are excited about (at least thats what it looks like from the pub crowds). The International Student Club is going to the Scotland/Italy Championship game on the 28th, so perhaps I will have more to say about rugby after that. The Glaswegians were also excited about the Rangers playing the Celtics in football on Sunday, but that ended 0-0, so no big fuss there.

I'm off to dinner with Natalie and Stephanie... before I go...

Reason to Love It: People that put traffic cone hats on statues of important Glaswegians.
Reason to Leave It: Neighbors that play Journey - Don't Stop Believing, until 4 am.