So, the million dollar (or, you know, maybe like £3.20) question. What do you do to fill the endless, yawning days of your ever-waning youth if you happen to be an easily-bored, jobless slacker with only 6 hours of university per week? Go on impromptu trips to weird little nearby Scottish towns is ofc the answer. Most adventure days we end up by the sea (durrrr), but this time flailed off to Inverurie to get lost, dance around the stone circle and drink cider in old man pubs.
I also bought a dress - I am as-yet unsure whether it is fun in a Reality Bites-era-Janeane, Beetlejuice-era-Geena type way, or just a sad and irrefutable example of how I spend way too much time on the stupid internet and think in my reptilian brain that anything kitschily 90s is automatically cool;
I feel I may have just discovered the answer to that one. But DAMMIT if I'm not excited to cut a metre off the length and wear it anyway.