Last night I went to this SWEET concert featuring one of my brand new shiny Oxford friends. Oh man. Her band. So good. They're called The Mountain Parade, and you can find their stuff here. The recording quality sort of sucks, but you can still discern the awesome. The other good person at the show was this guy named Chris, whose band is called Winston Echo. Oh man. So funny. He had songs about robots and whatnot. You can find his stuff here, and if you search "winston echo cat" on YouTube, you'll find a video he made to a song about his lazy cat, featuring the cat.
Today I'm having lunch with a family friend of the woman who was the dean of the ninth grade when I was at Sidwell. She's one of my favorite people ever, and she says this guy, who's my age, is absolutely amazing, so I'm hoping it'll be a good time and not the horribly awkward mess I'm imagining. After that, I have an introduction to the Literature libaries, including the Bodleian. Because I'm a huge nerd, I am sooooooooo excited. It's a copyright library, guys. There will be so many amazing, amazing, amazing books. Did I mention I'm a huge nerd?
Tomorrow I have my first meeting with my Lit tutor, and Thursday I meet with my Psych tutor. Even though I know they're probably going to give me a whole ton of work, I am super excited. My brain's kind of been lying dormant since May and I'm starting to worry it might waste away if I don't give it something to do. Of couse, once I start working I'll look back at this and wonder what the hell I was thinking, because anyone and everyone who's seen me with a lot of work knows how frazzled and stressed I get, but right now I am looking forward to it with every fiber of my being.
Yesterday I broke down and bought a bus pass. While this was partly motivated by the fact that my feet and legs are a big, fluffly cloud of ow at the moment from all the walking I've been doing, the real reason is that the pool is a good 45 minute walk from my apartment at a very brisk pace, and I am NOT swimming for an hour and a half and then walking back. This is also yet another ploy to guilt myself into swimming on a regular basis. After all, I spent 40 pounds to take the bus for the next 4 weeks. I need to capitalize on it.
Now Ashley and I are off to go meet this boy. Who knows. Maybe he'll be the English boy I meet, fall in love with, and never come back home because of! But, really, check out the music I saw last night. You will not regret it. And if you do, please don't tell me. Because I will be heartbroken.
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