Well, that basically failed miserably. 3 hours ago I had 1,400ish words. Now I have 1,700ish words... For those of you that don't speak Essay-anese, that comes out to be hardly a paragraph. My brain decided it wanted to do everything other than write an essay tonight. I stalked some friends' blogs, I watched the new episode of Downton Abbey (Yah, since I'm in the UK I get to see it like 3 months before people in the States. Win), I even sat down and cried for a little bit (very unrelated to the essay writing...or lack there of...). It was a very productive night! Except, that my essay's not done. And it won't be until tomorrow. Ah well. Life goes on.
I bought a tent today. Didn't expect that one did you? Well, I realized that I could buy a tent for about the same price as I could stay in a cheap hotel...for only one night. A tent I can stay in as many nights as I want! I'm going on a trip to bike around Ireland this weekend (Nbd) and I decided I didn't want to spend any more money on hotels and hostels and all that jazz, so I bought a tent. If all goes as planned (aka: I don't die) I'll end up saving about $60 for housing this trip. And now if I want to go adventuring in other parts of the country, I'll just bring my tent with me and make it an overnight affair for $0 dollars extra. This is good news for a poor college student. I love adventuring. Hopefully I'll have lots of wonderful stories when I return. That's right, when. Not if.
Also, I tried my first shot of whiskey yesterday. It was terrible. I don't know why anyone would drink that. If anyone ever offers you some whiskey, say no! Don't put yourself through that. Oh my. Awful stuff. And if, in some freak accident, you happen to consume some, don't bike home after drinking it. It's really not the best life choice. Just take it from someone who knows... (Don't worry I was safe... or at least, I mean, I'm still alive now...)
Life in Oxford has now become something beyond a novelty. I bike around like I've lived here all my life. People ask me for directions! While I'm studying in the library, I get asked where books are, and ya know what? I know where they are. I make jokes with locals in pubs like I own the place. It's so funny to me how something like living in Oxford can become normal. Although, I suppose it will never be quite normal. This place inspires me to live deeper and richer than I ever have before. I go on walks through the parks to appreciate creation and play my penny whistle beside the meandering stream. I take inexpressible delight in the times when I'm allowed a peek into the souls of humanity where there are jewels hiding in the hearts of people who might appear easily dismissible. I revel in the innumerable joys of life, and I'm overwhelmed with gratitude as I praise my Creator for His presence in all of it. Mmm. So Good. So all that to say, I loved Oxford immediately for all its splendor and awe-inspiring richness, but now, I love Oxford for the little things. It is a beautiful existence.
Oh! Also, we were in Bath the other day (you know, also nbd... What?!) and these street performers stole my heart. I could've stayed and watched them perform all day. Absolutely wonderful.
And here's a picture of the original Roman bath. Too cool. That's Geoff my R.A. type fellow (we call them jr. deans on this side of the pond) on the right being a tourist and ruining my picture. But I guess it's ok, cause he's fantastic.
Tis all for now. I shall have stories of Paddy's green shamrock shore when I update next! :)
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