one thing i know

British Word of the Day: pudding - Any kind of sweet generally eaten after dinner, following something savoury with something sweet--and NOT just liquidy tapioca, vanilla, chocolate, or butterscotch. (American's "dessert"). eg: "Is anyone else getting pudding? I don't want to be the only one; I'm getting the chocolate eclair."

I know. It's been a couple of days since my last post. It was a mad, mad couple of days. But my essay for Victorian Literature is complete (also complete-ly horrible) but it was 2,000+ words; I'll do a better one next time.

My Victorian tutor did not make me cry--she was rather entertaining. She did a bit of joking under her breath, which was really hard to catch, especially with her accent and all that. However, she's from Sydney, Australia, and I could tell immediately that she didn't have a conventional accent, and figured she was from Down Under, but I didn't want to ask.

I made bread yesterday night. I must say, not much is as satisfying as a warm slice of bread you've baked yourself with a bit of strawberry jam on it.

I'll be making some again next week, I bet. I'm almost down to half the loaf already (I split it with Amanda). The only thing bad about the bread is that we didn't bake it quite long enough, and it's quite small slices--it gets stuck in the toaster and I burn my fingers trying to get it out.)

I'll make it bigger next time.

Today, I tried out for Wadham Chapel Choir, and I made it! I was quite pleased. There's another guy in the SCIO program with me that also made it, so we see each other while we're there, but we live at two different houses.

However, this evening I made friends named Sally and Claire. Wonderful singers; there's about fifteen of us in total, of which I am a Soprano I. I love it; we've started working on a piece by Palestrina that's simply beautiful. So many pieces resound well in the chapel, but the director has chosen very renaissance (pronounced reh-NAY-sahns) pieces, and I can't get enough!

Modern Day Wadham College.

We'll sing on Sunday (every Sunday) at 6:30 for Evensong, and we get there at 5 to brush up on our songs. However, the biggest sadness: practice on Fridays from 5:30 - 7. That's a ton! Oh well. We already sounded awesome; I'm supremely excited.

This weekend I'll be reading Macbeth and Cymbeline, both Shakespeare, as well as three Tennyson plays. Both Macbeth and Tennyson will be involving an essay. Wooh! Shakespeare's due Wednesday, Tennyson's due Friday. No biggie.

Went to the Three Goats Heads pub tonight. It was fair, and the meat and ale pie looked oh-so-tasty. I actually grabbed a bite from the kebab van on the way from choir practice to the pub, so I couldn't reason spending more money on an unhealthy dinner. Next time. Next time.

I'm exhausted today. tonight. whatever it is. I have to call it a day.

Until then, cheers!