I've already broken my blog-once-a-day rule for the first week to try to train myself to do this. You win some lose some.

Yesterday started out not so excellent. Went to wrong building for english library induction. Had to walk forever and was 13 min. late, which at home would be so not a big deal, but here gets you "the stare." This look that says how dare you feel whatever it is in your life is more important than the first 15 seconds of my speech, you rude prat. Punctuality's big on this side of the frog pond.

And it was not worth getting up at 9 to go. Went over books. Whoa. None of those in the US. No one's even literate there. Then went to Blackwell's art shop; there are multiple Blackwell's here: bookstore, art store, cafe, etc. And all are cool. So found these bird cards that look like audubon prints to hang up, and also this card of some sort of modern art-y owl. I have this little thing for owls. Like I would marry one. a. you get to live in a tree b. they're nocturnal c. adorable. Then coffee time, and went on mad search for yarn so I could hang up these silver tray-pans I put wooden birds inside, but no luck. Doesn't every single person in britland wear knitty things and carry knitting needles hidden on their person at all times? Perhaps scarcity of yarn is all a big ploy to dispel such a rumbling.

Then did no work until dinner. Ate too much. Went to JCR and had pint of cider, and had to finish drinking it on the way to bar where roommate + us were meeting boys from Oxford whose friend is studying abroad and crashing at her house in Argentina. Good thing I have insulated mittens or the booze cruise would not have gone well in the nippy air.

Pub was cool, and boys were crazy town. Could they have been more British? Think not. As soon as we got there, started playing game where you must to name a country w/ every letter in alphabet, or must drink. All incarnations of Oscar Wilde. Not necessarily bad thing. Also cute in a looks-like-that-kid-who-played-Cedric-Diggory-in-HP kind of way. Then went to St. Peter's college JCR(which means bar) and had pirate libations(which means shots of rum) for 1 pound. Love those taxes.

Made it to a club called Kukai where all the lights were made out of puffer fish with different colored strobes inside. Cool. At first, long "queue" so were going to leave, but rooms got us in because she went up to bouncer, flicked ponytail and goes "sir, I came alll the way from Argentina. Can we get in?" And at first he said no, but all of a sudden, there we go through the line. Apparently that kind of shizz goes down in A'tina.

Stayed there for long time. Left and found magically appearing food stall where they had falafel, humus, and chips aka fries. So got them. Spent long time puzzling over why they spell humus with not one, but two, extra O's. It's houmous. WTF? Not, it is not. Then saw tiegs was online so skyped with him for a bit and discussed his HSchool stuff. Him: "Here's my dealio. You don't take physics, you're outta the race." re: college apps. Made it to bed about 4. Which explains the 12pm wake up this morning. Still have done no work. Found out libs is closed tomorrow. Made stuff for my wall instead.