The first of many to come
Dear all,
Well Laura has made me return to this wretched blogging site because she wants to know what is up in my life. Well I have never been good at said blogging, but for her sake I shall try again. After a worthy battle against the books last night, I perservered, without sleep, tea, or even gum, and I wrote the most horrid paper ever. But it got finished...well kind of. Then I walked all the way across town to pay 7 pounds ($14) to copy readings for my professor. Upon returning in a terrible mood, I learn that my class has been cancelled, essay not needed, all-nighter pulled in vain. What sadness!
In better news I am official a House Proctor for next year on the fabulous VERN!!! Oh Mt. Vernon your lushious hills call me back to your warm bosom. P.S. in case you were not sure, I cannot spell.
Laura and I trampled across Oxford today. Walking through Christ Church Meadows, the Oxford Botantical Garden, and the Bestest Bookstore ever Blackwells - oh how it owns my soul. Oh and I have been reading epic and pastoral poetry, so please excuse me. Then I took a short but refreshing nap, overhauled the Live Journal. And here I am typing away.
THat is enough for now.
Love,
Chris
Well Laura has made me return to this wretched blogging site because she wants to know what is up in my life. Well I have never been good at said blogging, but for her sake I shall try again. After a worthy battle against the books last night, I perservered, without sleep, tea, or even gum, and I wrote the most horrid paper ever. But it got finished...well kind of. Then I walked all the way across town to pay 7 pounds ($14) to copy readings for my professor. Upon returning in a terrible mood, I learn that my class has been cancelled, essay not needed, all-nighter pulled in vain. What sadness!
In better news I am official a House Proctor for next year on the fabulous VERN!!! Oh Mt. Vernon your lushious hills call me back to your warm bosom. P.S. in case you were not sure, I cannot spell.
Laura and I trampled across Oxford today. Walking through Christ Church Meadows, the Oxford Botantical Garden, and the Bestest Bookstore ever Blackwells - oh how it owns my soul. Oh and I have been reading epic and pastoral poetry, so please excuse me. Then I took a short but refreshing nap, overhauled the Live Journal. And here I am typing away.
THat is enough for now.
Love,
Chris