So this blog is a little old by now, but I'm posting it anyways because it has stuff in it that I don't want to write over again. Written on Sat, April 3.
It with a heart heavy with procrastination that I write this blog today. I sit here at the dining table, Wodehouse books stacked up to my ears on either side of me, a glass of wine by my side (I've had it there for four hours now and haven't finished it), and the sounds of Enya crooning in the background.
I have only part of one paper left to write for my independent study on the infamous Pelham Grenville, and then an essay on the Bard of England's King Henry V, both of which I plan to be finished by monday at lunch, thus marking the end of my semester. Following will be two days of touristing around my favorite sites of Oxford, packing my suitcases, and planning my three week travel. Right, and of course, the farewell party at Mad's. And then early on Thursday morning, I will once again lose the company of my third-cousin-once-removed, Ms Tina Koopmans. She will fly back to Canada as I take the train to Dover, and I won't get to see her until her moment of glory at her graduation.
This past Wed night, we went to our final play of the year, R&J. I am sad to report that it was not, after all, in the Swan Theatre, it was in the same theatre in which Macbeth had played. But, much to our excitement, our seats were on the main level-- no balcony!! Joel, once he took his seat, reported that on the way into the theatre he had spotted none other than Patrick Stewart, of Starship Command. There is a picture to prove it, but I haven't gotten any pictures from him as of late.
Thursday was an exceedingly sad day to us all, as it was our final dinner at Regent's Park College. They absolutely outdid themselves on the dessert (I like to think it was because it was our final day): think of one of those Tim Horton's speciaties, like a bowtie, now: double the size of it, put real whipped cream inside and real milk chocolate on the top. It was absolutely heavenly! Anyhow, we bid an almost tearful goodbye to the servers and thanked them for their excellent service through the past three months, and headed on our way back to the Bodleian. Speaking of which, I think I must have booked close to forty hours in that library this week. It's gotta be a first for me.
Tina and I were planning on having an relaxing study break tonight by turning on the fireplace, roasting marshmallows and having smores, but, as it turns out, there are no marshmallows to be found in Charlbury. Odd, really, because they can be found at any random corner store in Ontario, but are absent from even the grocery store here!
Anyhow, this paper is not writing itself, so I suppose I must help it out a little.
A woman's smile is like a bath tap. Turn it on, and you find yourself in hot water. PG Wodehouse