Dear UK Immigration Office: I would like to arrange my permanent residence at Keble College, Oxford.
Last night at dinner, after taking a few bites of my roast and then deciding against further exploration in that particular arena, I stated reminiscing about the fabulous food at Bear's Den.
"The first thing I'm going to do when I get to St. Louis," I announced, "is I'm going to get all my friends and go to Bear's Den and I am going to go up to the sandwich line and Bradley is going to say, "Hey, bo - whuchoo want?" and I am going to get a tomato, basil, mozzerella melt, and it is going to be amazing."
"What! I can make you a cheese sandwich," Tasha protested.
"You don't have to wait for that," Simon agreed. "Here: hey, bo. What do you want?" This phrase takes on a whole new meaning when said in an English accent, let me tell you.
Then there was our drawing for Secret Santa, and "Bend It Like Beckham" in Tasha's room, which had something for everyone. As Andrea pointed out: "We're all relating to this! Tasha because they're Indian, me because of the football..."
"Simon because of the random gay guy!" someone chipped in.
We dispersed, but Simon and I were seduced by Alex's offer of "The Lion King," and so after running back to my room to get Trey an umbrella for the long walk back to the UGA house, I returned for some hilarity, ginger biscuits, and "The Lion King" in Hebrew. Really. "Aw, sad little Jewish lion!" Alex exclaimed at one point as Simba mourned the passing of Mufasa in a language completely incomprehensible to all of us.
Simon and I then walked back to Liddon in the dark and rain, singing sections of "Can You Feel the Love Tonight?" (one verse of which made Simon grab me by the face and pretend to violently kiss me). "See you inside!" he called after me as we headed towards our separate dorms. "Be prepared. You will feel the love tonight!"
In other news, poor Ian is very ill. This is not funny, because he's actually very ill, but I do have to laugh when he calls me and the following exchange ensues:
"Hello?"
"Nguhh."
Ian, I am very sorry if I've been harsh and/or rude. You are just a surprisingly entertaining ill person. (I think I am only making it worse, aren't I?) Giving you food makes up for my insensitivity a little...?
So, in short, I am super excited to go to STL (the thought makes me smile on an hourly basis), and to go home, and to go to MN, but... couldn't I just come back from all that and stay here forever?
"The first thing I'm going to do when I get to St. Louis," I announced, "is I'm going to get all my friends and go to Bear's Den and I am going to go up to the sandwich line and Bradley is going to say, "Hey, bo - whuchoo want?" and I am going to get a tomato, basil, mozzerella melt, and it is going to be amazing."
"What! I can make you a cheese sandwich," Tasha protested.
"You don't have to wait for that," Simon agreed. "Here: hey, bo. What do you want?" This phrase takes on a whole new meaning when said in an English accent, let me tell you.
Then there was our drawing for Secret Santa, and "Bend It Like Beckham" in Tasha's room, which had something for everyone. As Andrea pointed out: "We're all relating to this! Tasha because they're Indian, me because of the football..."
"Simon because of the random gay guy!" someone chipped in.
We dispersed, but Simon and I were seduced by Alex's offer of "The Lion King," and so after running back to my room to get Trey an umbrella for the long walk back to the UGA house, I returned for some hilarity, ginger biscuits, and "The Lion King" in Hebrew. Really. "Aw, sad little Jewish lion!" Alex exclaimed at one point as Simba mourned the passing of Mufasa in a language completely incomprehensible to all of us.
Simon and I then walked back to Liddon in the dark and rain, singing sections of "Can You Feel the Love Tonight?" (one verse of which made Simon grab me by the face and pretend to violently kiss me). "See you inside!" he called after me as we headed towards our separate dorms. "Be prepared. You will feel the love tonight!"
In other news, poor Ian is very ill. This is not funny, because he's actually very ill, but I do have to laugh when he calls me and the following exchange ensues:
"Hello?"
"Nguhh."
Ian, I am very sorry if I've been harsh and/or rude. You are just a surprisingly entertaining ill person. (I think I am only making it worse, aren't I?) Giving you food makes up for my insensitivity a little...?
So, in short, I am super excited to go to STL (the thought makes me smile on an hourly basis), and to go home, and to go to MN, but... couldn't I just come back from all that and stay here forever?