September 30, 2008
Learn something new everyday. I was hunkered down in the JCR (Junior Common Room) a couple of nights ago writing a little bit on the laptop and watching some ‘Boys-’Skins action when a nice young British girl walked in. Since my work and the (American) football game seemed to have a zero-sum relationship, I offered the clicker to her.
We proceeded to watch what she called a “period drama.” It was sort of a historical drama based on an old Thomas Hardy book from what I could gather. Plot line ran something like this: girl, sexual abuse, child, death of child, (different) guy she loves goes to Brazil, old guy shows back up, some random person knows everything and tortures/blackmails her about it.
Needless to say, I was a little pleased when we got back to good ‘ole football, despite the honest questioning by said British girl about why they wear “such tight trousers.”
Come to think of it, I’m not entirely sure why football players do…
To sum up, let’s just say that Period Dramas almost made me yearn for the OC. Almost.
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September 29, 2008
Beautiful Mind in the common room with a bunch of DPhil economists. Complaints about Princeton not having original architecture while sipping wine and eating chocolate.
It’s going to be an interesting couple of years…
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Posted by marginal prose
September 28, 2008
“Paper” = exam (good to know)
“Chatting someone up” = flirting with someone
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September 28, 2008
Blackjack baby!
(10 minutes later)
This dealer sucks.
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Posted by murphalo
September 28, 2008
I did my best, it wasn’t much.
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch.
I told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you.
And even though it all went wrong,
I stand before the Lord of song
With nothing on my tongue but hallelujah.
-Hallelujah
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Posted by thelitlife
September 26, 2008
Sat down to dinner last night at Nandos (described to me by a Rhodes scholar as the British Chili’s) and was treated to the following statement:
“So, I’m guessing you’ve figured this out by now, but there’s actually no such thing as Oxford. It’s more just a bunch of groups scattered throughout the city who’ve decided to be affiliated under the name Oxford.”
… and I thought I was coming to a university…
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