All right, step back. The official "Weirdest Experiences at Oxford" list has a new number one. Drum roll please ( Read more... )

And somehow I find myself employed. It was either this or resorting to selling the "Big Issue" on the streets of Oxford. Stupid weak dollar *shakes fist* Why economy? WHY?!?! Anyways, yes, I now count myself amongst the working people of England. I'm one of those crazy immigrants, you know, the ones taking all the good jobs. Well, good might be ( Read more... )

Oh come on, who wants to read about the struggling proletariat of the medieval economy anyways? I get two pages in and decide to check facebook for, oh, the thousandth time that day. This is ridiculous. These last few weeks have been whirlwinds of dinners, bops, reunions, explorations, and alcohol. Damn, how the liquor flows in this city. Most of ( Read more... )

This is so odd. Caught somewhere between strikingly new and yet strangely familiar. Granted, it's a new dorm, new people, new program, etc., but yet there's something odd about coming out of a 2 hour international orientation where they explain very slowly and clearly that a British pound is divided into 100 pence and knowing exactly where to go ( Read more... )

A butterfly randomly joined my fitness class today. I could just see it: "Wings up! Wings down! Feel the burn! Make it work!" It looked like it was working up quite a sweat. It also cut out fifteen minutes early. Punk. In other news, I have now been accused of cheating and sleeping in class by my adorable German professor. We are not amused. Hey, ( Read more... )

Raspberries taste of childhood. And home.

But I felt that some things should be recorded for future reference. I have *gulp* finished my masters. That in and of itself seems strange and not quite right. Wasn't I doing something like this last year? Graduating? Eh? No matter. The most important aspect of all is that receiving the almighty Toronto MA means one thing: a pass in Latin. The ( Read more... )

I suppose the upside of enduring two weeks of "you need more men in your life" lectures from the parentals is that they pay for all the booze you need to keep you from running screaming from the house. When did my mother become the stereotypical "why aren't you married yet" kind? I feel like I'm in some sort of weird chick flick with less witty ( Read more... )

There's a new piece of my heart missing. It is dog-shaped, furry with a curly tail. That's a hole that won't be filled. Not for some time.

I just wanted to be able to say good-bye.

Welcome home.

Donkey Testifies in Court