SOOOOOOO Skint.

Scotland, and indeed all of Great Britain, is a very interesting place, linguistically. When one comes over here, not only does he or she have to deal with a bevy of different accents, many of which are virtually indeciferable (Glasgow being one of the places absolutely famous for heavy and difficult-to-understand accents, Aberdeen being another), but they also have to deal with a whole new vocabulary which is entirely illogical and in most cases is totally undefinable to an interloper not brought up in that environment.

I have learned the definitions of “whinge” (whine, kinda), “yar” (a kind of person, derogatory), “ned” (non-educated delinquent, derogatory), “shattered” (exhausted, kinda), “what’re you like” (which I still don’t fully get), and of course “skint.” Skint is my current favorite because it is what I am . . . completely and utterly. Skint roughly translates to being broke, but I would add a kinda in there. Kinda because what it really means is “so dead broke, I don’t know how I’m going to pay rent/buy food/keep my lights on, etc. Again, totally accurate. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’m too pround to ask for help or anything. Well, I am too proud, but I’m still getting help from the parental units, but the time change and the ineffable ability of the banks to take an inordinate amount of time to do transfers (and don’t even get me STARTED on the $300 a day limit to pulling out money from my american account . . . which doesn’t REALLY make that much of a difference, since there’s no money left in that account anyway) has all combined to mean that my rent is going to be pulled out of my account any day now, and I am a good 180 pounds short. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I’d really rather not have my rent be late on only my second month of habitation!

Just a little bit stressed. On the other hand, I have submitted an outline for my dissertation which is as complete as possible at this moment. If I had money I would say that I’m going to go to Stirling tomorrow to take some pictures etc, but I don’t even have the cash to get the last trip’s film developed, much less enough to buy a bus ticket and take even MORE pictures! Guess it’ll have to wait until the money comes through via transfer . . .

Take care everyone. Oh, and look at the rather sparse wishlist which I have compiled and linked for your viewing/shopping/shipping pleasure!

Slainte.

“And I don’t give a damn about a greenback-a dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailing song and a good guitar
The only things I understand, poor boy
The only things I understand”
~The Kingston Trio – “Greenback Dollar”

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