Day 0: Some beautiful English women were supposed to meet me at the bus station by the airport but they didn’t show– obviously because it was raining. No worries, the weather here is supposed to be beautiful. I’m sure the women will be out in bikinis in no time, no time at all.
Day 1: I snapped awake on the bus, staring in slobbery awe at the towering Gothic colleges on either side of me. I made it to Oxford. Take that British Consulate, you bureaucratic bums! I got my keys and walked over to my house. No one was home. I unpacked, showered, and dressed for my first adventure into town. Some things I did: One cup of coffee, some people watching, second-hand bicycle stores, getting lost, asking for directions, being lost again, and arriving at orientation six hours late. Still, I blame the Consulate for that.
Orientation was thoroughly boring. I got a cell phone and the number is +44 7722 051761. On the way home, I ducked into a small Thai joint off the main street. I got home and went to bed, tired and jet lagged.
Day 2: Still haven’t met my roommates. Trying to organize either a second hand bicycle or scooter (either this model http://www.raptorsandrockets.com/images/Ducati/696Dark.jpg or this model http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/348620514_2b5e3b499a.jpg), but probably something in between. I haven't seen Hermione yet but I'm going to keep an eye out for her at the sorting hat ceremony.
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