The jet lag became so frustrating that I popped two NyQuil pills. I went to sleep easily, but I've been groggy all day. Jet lag can’t get me down, but NyQuil can – I think that should be the drug’s new catchphrase.
I hired a bike from a friendly cycle-enthusiast, in a bike store, who gave me a good deal, probably the best in town. He also told me about great pubs and bike paths to traverse in surrounding Oxfordshire. Of particular interest is the pub where all “them beauties go in the summer”. I can’t be sure if the cycle enthusiast meant the girls or the peacocks that frequent the pub, but I think I’ll go there either way. (Added later: After spending some time in Oxford, I have seen quite a few peacocks in many a meadow).
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I have three roommates, one guy and two girls. Even though I've lived with two sisters my whole life, I still don't feel prepared. A big question on my mind lately has been how do I live without affronting my two feminine roomies?
My first thought was to treat them like dudes. Luckily, a good friend has given me better advice:
Greg: What behaviour is appropriate?
Stacey: um
Stacey: I guess just be yourself
Stacey: Don't walk around naked or fart n stuff haha
Stacey: hahha
Stacey: Ya sooooo don't eat chocolate!!
Too bad I already bought some English fudge, two slabs of chocolate, and a pack of gummy bears.
So far I think my roommates like me, but they definitely think I’m a lazy bum, and probably that I’m a bit thick. That suits me just fine because now I can get away with whatever.
For example,they will both exclaim, “Who left a mess in the bathroom, took a leak on the stairs, left the television on ‘adult adventures’, and forgot to clean up the dirty dishes?”
To which I will calmly reply, “Huh?”
And then they will say “It’s alright; he's from a third world country or something.”
Perfect. And just for the record though, I haven’t left any dirty dishes, yet.
I had my first warm pimms the after a long and cold bike ride through town. The drink was delicious and warming. In general, Apple cider is cheaper than beer at almost any drinking hole. At St. Catherine’s, my college, they serve cider for 90p a pint and beer for 1.50 a pint. All the colleges in Oxford have their own subsidized bars. One member of St. Catz told me the rugby teams clears an entire crate of cider every Friday.
The Kappa Sigmas studying in London asked me to join them in Dublin this weekend. Sadly, I have an essay to write, but the prospect of easily flying to renowned cultural centers over a weekend is awesome. I can’t wait to start travelling.
And if you've made it through this entire post without falling asleep - i'm talking to you grandpa - checkout the Facebook group Sababa Radio at
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=266669809721 where I'm going to keep posting sweet music and where you can do the same.
In the next post I will write about how I went to the orientation office dressed in a robe; and, with wand in hand asked, "Where's the sorting hat ceremony?" I was promptly escorted from the premises for being drunk, and then taken to the ceremony. Just so you know, I was placed in Gryffindor. And Taylor thought I'd be placed in Ravenclaw - never.
