the other blog

Hi, faithful readers.

I have a new blog, since I've been trying to leave the Oxford experience untouched by Americana:

http://www.iamnotpositive.blogspot.com

Strange name.

But other ones were taken.

Love.

back in the US, back in the US, back in the US...oh, that's it.

No more British words.

But ask me sometime--I may have a few more up my sleeve that I don't remember at the moment.

I hope most of you have enjoyed my blog. I've been hearing that quite a few people have been reading it--this idea makes me a little nervous, and I'm glad I didn't know it before--I might have felt too much pressure.

I hope everyone is well, and I'm glad to see that life, as I knew it, continued on without me..but a few things are still easily recognized:

Justine
Trinity's OPUS
The Carpenter's DeanMobile
et cetera.

The plane ride was uneventful, save for a crabby stewardess who rolled her eyes at most people and was short with others. I found this entertaining, and even paused some of my movies to watch her not-so-customer-friendly tactics.

Her hair looked good, though. Maybe she should give up the high heels--the last time I checked, standing on high heels for eight hours at extremely high altitudes don't better anyone's disposition (unless you count it for others' entertainment...)

I should check out of here, as I have a few jobs to look up while I'm in Palos Heights, IL for the next few weeks.

Be on the lookout for another blog--this one will be left alone for a long time, unless I decide to visit England again. In the Springtime. Stipulations.

Well, I can't say cheers anymore...but...Blessings to you all!

And, thanks for reading. It's been an adventure of spring negotiations. Spring came around in England. But I'll have to work my magic to make the bleariness of Illinois fade away.

With love.

Operation Information Regurgitation

British Word of the Day: crotchet - A musical term, meaning one note that is held for one beat. (American's "quarter note"). eg: "Sopranos, please don't go flat on the crotchet in measure 34."

Basically, I've finished my essay. It's 4, 019 words with the MLA citation words within.

But really, I think it was just information regurgitation. Now I have to sadly go back through this pile of quotes and determine what I'm really saying (also known as editing.) I have a faint hope that instead of doing this, I'll just copy-edit, and in doing so, my true essay will come shining forth...

I think my hopes are ill-founded.

The Brownings became sickeningly lovey-dovey as I read on about them and wrote about such things as "Surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long." (I refuse to cite this. But I will tell you that it was Elizabeth Barrett writing to Robert Browning before they were married. Citations, Shmitations.)

Tomorrow I think I will attempt to go into the Radcliffe Camera, and run around screaming, "The British Are Coming! The British Are Coming!"

They won't look at me because I'm yelling. They will look at me because I am yelling something incorrect that I have stolen, plagiarized, and adulterated for my own purposes.

I'm feeling scholarly, Paul Revere. I think I'll kindle a fire in the Upper Bodleian Library, as well.

Tomorrow we hand in our "Long Essay." Today we weep with exhaustion.

Cheers!...

in progress?

British Word of the Day: fancy - to like to have, or in the case of denoting attraction, to simply admire and desire. (American's "Would you like" or simply "like") eg: "Fancy a spot o' tea?" OR "If I didn't know any better, I'd think she fancies him."

Things are not in progress, as you might have guessed. It is Easter Sunday after all. I took the day off entirely yesterday, and went into London with Alyssa. I brought a small book and notebook in case I was suddenly inspired to do research by the beauty of Westminster, the British Museum, or Camden Markets. Alas! This was not to be. *fake swoon*

But, London was gorgeous nevertheless. I may have pictures up in half a lifetime, but blogs may be quite out of fashion by then.

Maybe I'll get them up in a few years' time.

Until then!

Cheers!

on progress

British Word of the Day: bang - exactly. (American's "right.") Normally used in sentences with a locational word directly following. eg: "We were bang in the middle of the field." Or, "That answer was bang on." [The "bang" portion of the sentence is given a heavier accent.]

Anyhow. My ideas on progress are as follows:




I think I'm inspired to do a little research now that I've caffeinated myself up.

Cheers!

it was a nominally "daily blog"

British Word of the Day: serviette - a small piece of softer paper given you after quickly getting food. (American's "napkin".) Eg: "I've forgotten to get a serviette, and I'm a total mess--will you go get me one?"

It's been a while. I know. I must have known it wouldn't have been a daily blog. This is Oxford--where, as they told us when we arrived: "Your best is never good enough." It's tragically discouraging at times, but that only means that there is room for improvement, I suppose.

Today was the start of our Easter Break. However, that's also a misnomer. It's also called "Writing Period" from the 8th to the 16th for our Long Essay. I guess they expected our research to be done by now. I'd like to re-dub this time "Researching Frantically, Writing Sloppily, Eating while Running to the Bodleian, Getting Dehydrated Because You're Not Allowed To Drink Water In The Libraries, Pretend Like You Have Time To Edit Your Rough Draft But You'll Turn It In As Is Because You're Tired Of All-Nighters And You'll Take An Hour Of Sleep When You Can Get It" week.

So, if that gives you any idea of what I have up ahead of me, excellent. My work in this blog is done.

My long essay is 3,500-4,000 words, due next week Thursday. I can do this.
But it won't be pretty.

Additionally, Eric and Alex? I've made my decision. Upper Camera of the Radcliffe. Hands down. No comparison. Sorry to the loser of that bet.

Cheers!

Picture Post Promise

British Word of the Day: yeahyeahyeah - A widely used response of affirmation. (American's "Uh-huh".) eg: "Yeahyeahyeah, I think I know what you're saying."

I completely do not have time to write a blog.
It's a Friday night.
I have pictures from Winchester Cathedral that I'd like to post, but I don't have that kind of time.
This term is getting curiouser and curiouser.

Spent 4 hours in the English Faculty Library tomorrow. I didn't get much done, though I went through book after book. It was horrible. I came home with just one that may prove helpful. Tomorrow, I'll hit up the Bodleian, since that's one of the only libraries open on Saturday's during term time, open from 10 - 4. I'll see what I can find in the Shakespeare section of the History section. I managed to find that area on accident last time I went in the Radcliffe Camera.

So much to do.

2500 words for Monday on how our knowledge of the conventions of theatre in Shakespeare's age affect the way we read his plays.

2500 words to go.
Oh, dear.

Cheers! (I think?)

a very mad party

British Word of the Day: pitch - A large, grassy area upon which various sports are played. The 'pitch' generally has borders within which football, ultimate frisbee, or croquet may be played. (American's "field.") eg: "Let's all go out onto the pitch and start a match."

Today was particularly fun.

It consisted of a lot of sugar, tea, chocolate, and charity shopping. So you may imagine.

The Mad Hatter Tea Party was a wonderful idea by our "JCR" (Junior Common Room) (students who put on events etc. for our program). Junior Deans dressed up as Mad Hatter and the March Hare, and tea was dribbled and sugar was spilled and cream was tossed every which way. But I still managed to get a decent cup of peppermint tea.

I dressed up in a simple pink dress and a flowery, feathery headpiece, and was dubbed The Snarky Iris. I was perfectly fine with this, and it added suitably to my character as the day wore on.

The snarkiest iris that ever lived.

I have some sleep to snatch before tomorrow. Though it's still early, saying "I'm going to bed" and actually climbing into aforementioned item are completely different things. Forty-five minutes usually seems to sneak in there somewhere.

But this means I may be in bed before midnight, which is incredibly appalling to some, but indubitably appealing to me.

Goodnight! (+ 45 minutes = actual bed time)

Cheers!

technology and me

British Word of the Day: lorry - a vehicle with an open area in back to put various large items--especially good for moving with sofas and couches and large pieces of furniture. (American's "truck"). eg: Put that in the back of the lorry, it won't fit in the Mini."

Charming blog entry title, right?

That's the only thing charming about it. We took a lovely field trip to an old Roman city in the British countryside, and I whipped out my camera at the first Kodak moment only to find it refused to take pictures. It allowed me to assume it was working because the review portion of the camera was working. But the actual picture-taking portion of the camera device was not.

This put a damper on my plans to have a picture post this evening.

I shall have to describe the area, then. And, you can also "google" St Alban and his cathedral, and the area surrounding, Verulamium.

The area was:
green
lush
verdant
hilly
warm
other things

The cathedral was:
Gothic
AND Saxon in architectural style
made of brick
AND other quarried items from the old Roman town

The cream tea at a local tea house was:
luscious
delicious
decadent
inexpensive
satisfying

The bus ride was:
longer than expected
bouncy in a bus

The museum was:
small
not completely impressive
not completely necessary
somewhat interesting
soporific

The old theatre was:
pretty awesome
mossy
quite old
rocky
day-dream inducing


The day was informative, the sun was shining, and the shrine of St Alban was a lot smaller than it appeared in the lecture power point picture yesterday.

Yet, I am always learning.
The vomitorium is not where Romans went to vomit after eating gluttonously so they could go back for seconds (bingeing and purgeing et cetera.)
A vomitorium is actually a craftily widened hallway placed underneath the seats that leads out of a theatre to the outside, so that the theatre may spew out the audience at a quicker rate rather than a clump of the entertained audience attempting to fit into a single file line at once at the end of a performance in the theatre.

News to me.

I have some things to catch up on. But sleep, for once, is not one of them! I think some of the house is making an evening of the Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers. Last night it was (shocker here) The Fellowship of the Ring. Maybe tomorrow, they'll get really crazy and watch The Return of the King. Who knows?

Tomorrow, our programme is having a Happy Unbirthday Party. I'm making dark chocolate truffles for the baking competition (which is really just a ploy to get baked goods to the Alice in Wonderland tea party.) Now what shall I wear? My friend Lis is thinking of going as the doormouse, dressing all in brown and acting extremely tired. Sounds appealing. The Mad Hatter and the March Hare characters are already spoken for. I'll see what I can do.

If only I had the perfect blue dress, white apron and small kitten...

Cheers!

back in action

British Word of the Day: banger - meat product that comes in long skinny tubes, fried up and often accompanied with mash, [mashed potatoes]. (American's "sausage.") eg: "I'm making bangers tonight, will you make the mash?"

I'm back in England, after much traveling. The ferry took 7 hours (while it was moving). The trains took about 5 hours. The traveling took...a while. But I think it was worth it. I'm exhausted, and my room smells like cumin--my roommate went to Morocco for break, and brought me back a bag of cumin to spice up my night. and day. and afternoons. and mornings. I don't know where to put it so that it doesn't smell up the entire room it's in. I should find something that seals really well--Tupperware in the house seems to be in short supply at any given moment. There are always leftovers, and never any leftover Tupperware as a result. Maybe some sort of bag would work. Some "cling film" perhaps.

Tomorrow we go on a field trip all day to Veralamium / St. Alban's. It should be a good time. St Alban was an interesting fellow. There are only stories about him--nothing is proven, since it all happened so long ago.

In its most basic form, the story goes something like this.

Amphibula was a Christian in England when it wasn't so popular.
Alban was a kind-hearted...pagan.
Amphibula hid with Alban.
Alban was impressed with Amphibula's piety, and converted to Christianity.
Alban dressed up in Amphibula's cloak when the soldiers came to kill Amphibula, a renowned Christian of the area.
Alban was taken away, and crowds swarmed onto the bridge, the only passageway to the place of execution.
Alban became a saint in a matter of a few hours:
1. He prayed that God would allow him to be martyr, and God parted the river, allowing them to cross to the place of execution.
2. He prayed that God would give them water to drink when they crossed--everyone gets thirsty, even martyrs.
3. He was executed, and at the moment the ax chopped off his head, the executioner's eyes popped out of his skull. Some pictures depict the executioner catching his eyeballs having just chopped off the head of Alban, in a moment of spectacular dexterity.

Thus, he came to be known as St. Alban, the first martyr of the Christian church of England.

Tomorrow we will go to see his shrine in the church at Veralamium.

Today, I will try to read some love-letters of Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning. Crucial to my long-essay.

Up next: Choosing My Case Study Questions During British Landscapes, Quite Feasibly "How does knowledge of the business of theatre OR the practicalities and conventions of the theatre in Shakespeare’s lifetime affect our understanding of his work?"
and "'Through hymnody Vaughan Williams reached his widest audience and had his most profound impact on English cultural life’. Do you agree?"

More reading. More writing. What did I expect?

Cheers!

En Nederland

Dutch Word of the Day: ja - [yah] - an agreement, an affirmative word. (American for "yes!") eg: "Have you just been in Holland?" "Ja!"

If you couldn't tell, my spring break is being spent in the Netherlands (the motherland.) It's absolutely wonderful, and I've certainly had my fair share of Dutch cheese, stroopwafels, and had a few windmill sightings.

Thus far, Rebekah and I have only really seen Haarlem (not to be confused with Harlem, New York) and loved it. We stopped over in Leiden to see what there was to see, and mistakenly thought that a place called Kaas Markt (Cheese Market) would actually sell cheese. Boy, were we wrong. We also learned from a local that the "Beast Market" didn't have any beasts. We are purely stupid tourists, but gathered a laugh from that one. We found Dutch cheese, nevertheless, but I heard that Gouda, Holland is now the only outdoor cheese market these days, where they have enormous wheels of cheese out on tarps for a market. A normal Dutch market worked out well enough, but Rebekah and I haven't gathered up enough courage to eat the herring yet...we'll have to try that at some point.

Right now, we're in Ermelo, with my father's cousins Jan & Coby. They're wonderful people, and we're getting the full experience, with koffietijt all the time, and koekjes (cookies) along with it.

Tomorrow, we hope to go on a bicycle tour of Ermelo, and take a small, short ferry across a man-made lake to a fisherman town...the name of which escapes me at the moment. Tomorrow evening, I may meet up with some friends in Zwolle that are studying there for the semestre--Zwolle is just a few train stops away from Ermelo. That's the great thing about Holland--you could take a 3 hour train from North to South Holland, and that's it.

You'll be hearing from me. Holland was an excellent choice. Part of me wants to live here. Part of me thinks it's just the glass of red wine talking. Maybe the cheese, too.

Cheers...or...Prost! [prohst]

Arrival of 8th week and ream of work

British Word of the Day: tick - to make a mark on a paper or form. (American "check".) eg: "Tick next to your name if you've already met with your advisor this term."

Hello, all.

Today has been particularly stressful. Trying to write up my final essay for my last tutorial (probably of my life...) is excellent. I'm reading Lady Windermere's Fan and Mrs. Warren's Profession by Oscar Wilde and G.B. Shaw, respectively. I'm thinking of writing about the role of secrets, onstage and off. Censorship became an interesting part of Victorian drama, and all plays performed were to be sent into the censor of England before they were performed. G.B. Shaw went around this by having his play performed in a small independent theatre. The censor of England found out about this, and was less than ecstatic that Shaw had circumnavigated his way around this law.

Much to do.
I'm leaving for Holland via ferry on Friday evening (an overnight ferry) and will be gone until late Wednesday evening. I probably won't get a chance to write on the blog again until after spring break.

I really, really need this break.

Thanks for reading. I'll have much to put up after the term is completely over. Hilary Term ends this week, but I have 3.5 weeks of "British Landscape" towards which to look forward. (Note how awkwardly I ended that sentence withOUT a preposition.)
A funny quote on that, from a former minister of England:
“This is the sort of English up with which I will not put.” Good work, Winston.

On that note,
Cheers!

There's always more books in the library

British Word of the Day: snigger - a quiet, grating type of laugh, usually under one's breath. (American's "snicker.") eg: "Don't snigger at me behind my back--I can hear you."

Today was another reading day. I'm onto some Sensationalist Victorian Fiction, namely The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins. I've already gasped in surprise/amusement, and I'm only about 150 pages into the 650 it requires. This is due to be read by Friday, along with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson. Should be an adventure of a day tomorrow.

I have much to do, so I'll have to leave it at that. The weekend will be good--rejuvenating, methinks.

My long essay proposal was due on Monday, and I'm writing on how the biographical history of the Brownings affected their poetry. There are some books in the Bodleian Library I need to order up from the stacks, so I can read them when I go--instead of sitting in their uncomfortable chairs and still falling asleep.

The "stacks" that you must order from the Bod are quite literally underneath your feet when you walk in. You STAND on knowledge to enter the library. Metaphorical and literal--just my cup of tea! (Or cappucino, depending on the day and amount of sleep snatched in the early morning.)

Cheers to Friday night - Sunday afternoon!

Middlemarch & The Blue Screen of Death

British Word of the Day: jumper - sometimes wool, sometimes acrylic, long-sleeved article of clothing. (American's "sweater"). eg: "You've gotten chocolate all over my jumper sleeve-it's dry-clean only!"

It has been quite some time since my last post.
But not without sound excuse: my computer has been less than reasonable for the past few weeks, alternating between The Blue Screen of Death (rather foreboding, though in a playful hue) and 'You are not connected to the internet' types of screens.

It's been trying my patience for a number of years now--never a Dell, never again. Problems with it since Day One.

In addition, I've begun and completed Middlemarch for 6th Week. I have fully enjoyed it, though I managed to read over 400 pages total yesterday in order to be able to discuss it with my tutor. I've been becoming paler and paler, and I'm certain that yesterday added to my increasingly British pallor. (i.e. white.)

The days seem to be getting warmer, and this morning I actually went without a full coat--it was just a light jacket. The sun broke through the Oxfordian clouds, and the dreaming spires were in full view today--it is surprising how few people here own sunglasses. I suppose there isn't much use for them here.

I've much more to do--long essay preliminary proposals are coming up, and I have to get a stack of books together to prove I'm ready to write. We're required to have 20 secondary sources on top of some primary sources (which won't prove difficult, given the outrageous amount of books they've managed to pack into this one city) and I must have read 5 of them, and read one book review on one of those 5. After getting the bibliography for all 20+ books, I will then be ready for Monday morning at 10 AM.

Weekend plans consist of:
Chapel Choir practice
Dinner at Crick
Pub crawling
Library crawling
Bibliography hunting
Napping
Churching
Eating
Tea partaking
Chapel Choir singing
Indian food eating
Reading
Reading
Reading
Resting

Until then.
Cheers!

in avoidance of Our Mutual Friend

British Word of the Day: plasters - small bandages to put over small wounds, sometimes skin-coloured, sometimes printed with children's story characters. (American's "band-aids".)
eg: "Do you have any plasters in the house? I've cut my finger."

Not much to write in this post except:

797 pp. - Our Mutual Friend - Dickens
+Don't even want to know pp. - Felix Holt, The Radical - Eliot
________
An inestimable amount of time spent in a chair reading, with numerous tea breaks.

I'll be up for awhile. I'd like to get to p. 400-something tonight, so I can finish off Our Mutual Friend and be done with him for a while. (Until Thursday-Friday for the essay.)

This week will be interesting.

On another note, I always come across this verse, but it seemed especially poignant today:

Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you.
Psalm 63:3, NIV

Don't know quite what it is. Maybe because I make such a big deal out of life, that something greater than that is mind-boggling.

Today I really needed to let go, and I was not sure exactly how. Reading my Bible generally helps, I've found. Even if my brain absolutely refuses to work, I'm still capable of reading a few Psalms and enjoying them fully.

I'm 1/2 the way through Hilary Term, and 1/3 the way through the entire programme here. I'll miss this place.

Cheers!

here comes the sun[shine]

British Word of the Day: Yorkshire pudding - Not a dessert, not a pudding, but rather a puffy, eggy muffin-shaped bread. (Not a known American term/tradition/item.) eg: "This Yorkshire pudding is wonderfully light--what's the recipe?" SEE PICTURE BELOW.

Yorkshire Puddings.

Got flowers a few days ago.

Thought they were beautiful then. Boy, are they gorgeous now.

Came from Aaron. Not for Valentine's Day. But they came a few days before.

Daffodils, hyacinth, and white roses.

Included with it an e.e. cummings poem.

But.

Pictures, I'm sure:








...
Here is the deepest
secret nobody knows
(here is the root of
the root and the
bud of the bud)
and this is the
wonder that's
keeping the stars
apart, I carry you
in my heart (I carry
it in my heart.)


Cheers, as always. But especially today.

threw the baby out with it

British Word of the Day: advice slip - a piece of paper printed for you after an ATM withdrawal, documenting the amount you have received. (American's "receipt") eg: "Did you grab the advice slip? I need to keep track of how much I'm spending."

Today was a very good day.

Day trip to Bath, England with Taylor. Originally the plan was to meet a group at the train station this morning around 8:15, but that was about the time we left because neither of us had paid attention to the time; the group also somehow managed to go to Salisbury today--I hope it worked well for them. Bath was a really excellent day-trip choice, and I can't imagine spending less time there. She's a day tripper, one-way ticket? NO! We bought return tickets, the smart students that we are.


Things I've learned (and on a Saturday, no less!):

Bath is ridiculously old.

The first king of all England was crowned at Bath Abbey in 923 AD.

The Roman baths have not always been there, but the naturally hot water has-- Ancient Celtics spent quite a bit of time there.

The Romans believed Sulis Minerva to be the giver of the hot springs and that they had supernatural healing qualities.

Bath's water tastes like a warm, rusty spoon. (They say you're supposed to know "where you're going" after life is over, when you drink the glass of the King's Spring water in The Pump Room. I was told this by nice, old man after I downed the glass thirstily.)

Hadrian made a law against nude bathing. Nobody listened.

Romans were incredibly advanced: lead pipes lead from "The Sacred Spring" to other baths in the building. They made a heating system to warm up the slabs of rock surrounding the Baths. They had beautiful brick arches covering the entire bath house unsupported in the middle--that's a ridiculous amount of weight for one building.

Want to know more? Go to Bath yourself!

It's picture time.

Bath Abbey. Ridiculously old.

The sun was bright on the pools of Bath.

The very ancient Roman baths.

Aesthetically pleasing rocks.

View from across. Someone posing.

The source of the springs.

A sculpture found near the Bath site: a Mastiff eating a deer, they said. I believe it. But not our family's Mastiff. He only ate our leftovers--generally not so keen on having to catch his dinner.

Pool of Minerva--note the coinage.
Standing near the bathwater.

Man dressed as ancient Roman priest, asking Minerva's "blessing".

The town of Bath, Abbey tower in background.

Hope you enjoyed this picture post!

I have to get to bed before I fall asleep on the zzzzz key.

Cheers!

i was just guessing at numbers and figures

British Word of the Day: tuck shop - delicious smells often waft through open doors of these, with display cases of sandwiches, fudge, and assorted treats. (American's "snack shop".) eg: "Let's stop by the tuck shop on the way back from the lecture--I'm half-starved, but don't want dinner yet."

I'm avoiding another essay that must be done by tomorrow at 11. Not sure what will become either of the essay or of me, but I did have some Turkish Delight this evening. (Lemon. It was excellent.)

I've wasted too much time today to somehow reward myself with a good, cathartic blog post.

I shall say goodnight till it be morrow. (II.ii.185)

Cheers!

rich tea, high tea, english breakfast, darjeeling.

British Word of the Day: fringe - section of shorter hair over the forehead; may be longer or shorter, but is shorter than the rest of the haircut. (American's "bangs") eg: "I love your new fringe, even though it sometimes covers your eyes."

There are too many options in this world. Right now it's between blogging and writing an outline to my essay on The Winter's Tale. I should think it obvious which of the two I've chosen.

Drinking herbal tea at 1 AM is not all that effective. But I decided to lay off the caffeine. I've had 3 cups of coffee and 3 cups of tea throughout the day, all caffeinated. Time to give it up.

My experience at the Baptist Church on Sunday was wonderful. I went over to a host & hostess' house for Sunday dinner and two kinds of dessert. They were excellent people. After the meal, my stomach looked rather distended, though it was virtually the opposite. I had free food again last night as well, after I sang at Wadham's Evensong.

Tonight I made spicy apricot-glazed chicken. It was quite good, though chicken is kind of a boring meat in general. Next time I'll cut slits in and spoon the glaze inside of it. It was good with a side of mushroom risotto and roasted broccoli and brussel sprouts with olive oil.

Next week, we'll see what happens. I'd really like to try my hand at chocolate truffles; we'll see how far that idea gets.

I've an essay to outline. Greetings from Oxford to you; it rains and snows and sleets. The precipitation has made most things dreadfully icy and it has become difficult to walk on the pavement instead of the road, especially when you're late for a lecture or a tutorial.

Cheers!

forensics and meteorology [not]

British Word of the Day: cheery - light-hearted, joking; to be able to have fun. "We've known each other for a while, so I can be cheery with him."

Today was a good one. I slept in quite late, of which I am not ashamed, seeing as how I slept for zero hours the night before to get my essay done.

My essay on Classical women portrayed in Elizabeth Gaskell's North and South was factual, organized and clear.

But I made no point--never answered the question, 'Why?'

Rats! I had the sneaking suspicion I was "missing something."

I have a certain Annie Hall to watch, so I better git.

It's been snowing. One day I'll put up the two pictures I've taken. One day.Someday.Soon.

Today:

Woke up late.
Ate pancakes.
Went to coffee to study for four hours.
Made scrambled eggs for dinner.
Received excellent pasta scrapings from Junior Dean Jonathan.
Watched Seinfeld - the JOHN Voight's Car episode.
Baked chocolate chunk cookies.
--chopped up chocolate bars because chocolate chips don't exist here; only as a different kind of cookies:


I have to go; my roommate is talking on skype, etc. And,


Annie waits. For the last time.

Cheers!