Well, this is embarassing…

But I never updated about my last day in Oxford…

I didn’t get enough sleep, but I got up, ate some food and did some last-day sightseeing/souvenir shopping. We went to the Bodleian Library finally! And saw the exhibition of King James Bibles. Including The Wicked Bible, which has a misprinting that reads “thou shalt commit adultery.” We saw Anne Boleyn’s Bible as well lots of other beautifully decorated ones, including one with a cover we discussed in my History of Tudor/Stuart Britain class.

We also visited the Radcliffe Camera which was super intense. There was a guy at the door who also checked your bag when you left. When you walked in, it was super silent. There were specific tables for laptop usage, others for books only and one that allowed flash photography. It was almost scary how quiet and intense the place was.

I’m currently listening to Give me Everything and it makes me miss England and the clubbing and the dancing!

We had Magnum ice cream bars finally! Emily and I had talked about it since probably our first day in England, and we finally had one on the last day, as we walked around Christ Church College. We also visited the Alice Shop, which sells everything Alice in Wonderland because Lewis Carroll was inspired when he was teaching at Christ Church.

I had a mini crisis in between everything. I had tried checking in for my flight that morning, but it said my confirmation number was invalid. I was hoping it was a fluke, so I checked again after we got back. No luck. I ended up calling Customer Service for like an hour and found out that when I had been switched around on multiple flights coming to London, someone didn’t just cancel my original flight to put me on a different one, they canceled my ENTIRE ITINERARY. Everything ended up fine though, Continental put me back on my original flights without any charges. Whew.

I went to grab some afternoon tea afterwards and enjoy my last real English scone. So much fluffier than the ones here. Afterwards, we went up to the top of the University Church of St. Mary the Virgin. The view was breathtaking. I could see so far into the distance, not to mention I could pick out so many of the sites we had spent our six weeks at. The climb up and down was quite treacherous though. The steps were winding, but also super narrow, so that we had problems whenever another group was trying to go in the opposite direction. I was clutching onto the rope railing the entire time. Not to mention, when we got up there, the walkway was extremely narrow, and clearly not meant for large groups. But it was still a lot of fun and I’m glad we finally got to see Oxford from a bird’s eye view.

At night, we had our last high table dinner together. The meal was delicious, the company was fabulous. Superlatives were even given out to a few people. A lot of people didn’t want to take out more pounds, so to prepare for clubbing afterwards, most people just drank as much wine and champagne at dinner as possible… I finally got to go to Bridge, which had really awesome music to dance to. However, I also probably had my first super creeper experience in England.

Maybe it has to do with just British personalities, but in England, guys rarely ever come up to you and just grab you to dance. They usually seem to wait for the girl to approach. Not so in this club. I’m glad we went with most of the Oxford group because having so many more guys there was super helpful. There was one guy in a red polo who literally hovered and circled around us for 20 minutes and at one point, he was just hovering awkwardly behind Colin… Another guy literally tried to grab me around the waist and yank me out of the dance line and I had to just dance away very very quickly. That same guy then tried to dance with Naz and would not take no for an answer until Lance stepped in.

Despite that, I had a great time just dancing with everyone and really enjoying our last time together. We got back from the club around 2 and I printed out my tickets and passes. I finished all of my packing and I basically just stayed up until I had to catch a bus to the airport, because I was afraid I would oversleep my alarm. I was on the same bus as Lance and I ended up being on the same flight as Yi. I had a nice uneventful trip back to America, which was quite pleasant compared to my arrival in England.

I landed in Durham, and my mom was there to pick me up with my uncle. I spent the night at my uncle’s house, moved in the next day to my Central Apartment and then started band camp :)

I guess this means the end of my blog, which makes me a little sad. But I also doubt that my every day Duke shenanigans are interesting enough to belong in my Oxford blog. I had an amazing trip, I can’t wait to go back to England one day!

Excuse me…

Imma drink a little more than I should tonight…

Tuesday was spent in a flurry of paper writing, in order to free up the rest of our week here. I’m proud of myself for being semi-proactive for once.

Wednesday, I did some souvenir shopping, but I also bought more stuff from Zara… Zara is my addiction. I like it way better than Primark, I just wish there were more in the U.S.! But then, I’d spend even more money clothes shopping than I already do…

For dinner, we did this thing that Matt, our organiser, set up, called a curry house? Basically we went to an Indian restaurant him and his friends go to a lot, and the place lets you BYOB. They also play this game that is a lot like Never Have I Ever, except you “sconce” people to drink. So you could say “I sconce everyone who’s broken a bone” and those people who have, have to drink. It got a little crazy at one point. After that, I went to my room to edit my paper quickly before meeting up in the JCR to get ready to go out. We hit up a place called Wahoo, and it was kind of dead… But it was too late to try another club, so we ended up at the Purple Turtle again, since there was no cover. But, it was emo/punk music night again… We just stayed a while, trying to yell over the music and then we left. We said our good-byes to Mark, who was leaving the program early.

Today, we had another late start to our trip to London. But we made it eventually, bought a day pass for the Underground and headed straight for the Tower of London. We got to see the Crown Jewels and they were so lovely, so ornate and plain just kind of ridiculous. There were diamonds that were the size of an egg, not to mention the bajillion smaller diamonds that covered the surface of the crown. There was also something called the Grand Punch Bowl, made entirely of gold. You could probably bathe in it, I kid you not. It’s supposed to hold 114 bottles of wine… That’s intense. The entire Duke in Oxford program couldn’t finish everything in that punch bowl, unless we each drank 3 and a half bottles each… We also looked at a torture chamber room, and a replica of what King Edward I’s room may have looked like. There were also etchings on the wall that were tracings of original messages from prisoners carved in.

We took obligatory photos in front of London Bridge, which was much prettier than I expected. We then high-tailed it to Harrods, the most amazing department store I’ve ever been in. There were so many luxury brands of handbags, clothes, gowns, shoes… But I have to admit, the food area was probably the most impressive for me. The confectioner’s room and the tea room were so beautiful. And then there was a sort of deli! There was dim-sum and sushi and meats and ready-made food. So great!! Why can’t we have such an awesome department store?!

We had dinner at a cheap Japanese place called Wasabi. We had originally planned on going to King’s Cross and Trafalgar Square as well, but we were super tired so we headed back to Oxford. A lot of people were hanging out in the JCR and planning on going out, but I’d rather save the party for my last night here. I’m going to start packing tonight and finish up my shopping and sightseeing tomorrow!

Strugglepunt.

We finally went punting yesterday. It was kind of awesome, but also a lot of work. We rented out two punts, and Mark, Kay, Francesca and Jie were in one, while I was in the other with Indu and Emily. Somehow, though I was in the boat full of small people, we ended up with the heavier wooden pole and it was such a struggle using it. Not to mention that we were all short, making it even harder to get enough leverage to use it to push off the bottom of the river… We brought champagne and snacks to munch on though, envisioning a lovely picnic as we drifted down the Isis, part of the Thames River. Instead, the three of us struggled at first and basically bumped into the banks like a pinball machine for at least 10 minutes. But we got the hang of it, once we gave up on actually using the pole as intended, and used it more like a kayak paddle.

We thought we were strugglepunting, but in reality, the other group was strugglepunting way more. At one point, we zoomed past them down the river and saw lots of ducks and a swan. And of course, Mark viciously hit a duck with a pole. But they also sang In the Jungle in that punt, so they deserve points for that.

The two hardest parts of the trip were basically getting out and back into the boatyard. There were a few punts moored on the bank by the boathouse, but being so long, they left little space to navigate past them. You basically had to be able to travel in a straight line… Which, naturally, we had problems with. And we spent probably another 10 minutes trying to stop bumping into the bank/tree branches, and I probably spent 5 minutes of the time yelling about how much I hate trees, why am I even an environmentalist, and how I was going to stab poor Mark. We made it safely to shore though, so everything was okay and I’m so glad that I’ve had two nautical adventures in England!

Later that night, to begin our celebration of our last week at Oxford, we went to another club, Lola Lo, which was, oddly enough, Hawaiian-themed. But the drinks were cheap and we had a lot of fun dancing to the music and basically sandwiching everyone. None of us really like to dance with random guys, though in England, there are way fewer creepers than at Shooters, so we all just danced with each other, and Mark looked like the biggest player ever and so many guys in the club were gesturing at him, looking confused.

Tonight is paper night, our one night off. And for the rest of the week, I’m going to try and finish as many items on my bucket list as possible!

Winning London, Part Deux

Wednesday night we had High Table and Lord Kenneth Morgan was our guest lecturer. It was a bit dry, I zoned out a lot because it was on a topic I’m not familiar with at all, British Politics. Dinner was great, Kay had the brilliant idea of sitting at the very front so we got served everything first. Nighttime was a bit of a fail. Jie, Mark, Emily and I stayed in to work for a while and we were planning on joining everyone at the club after we got some work done. Jie and I were unproductive and when we regrouped to head to the club, we basically arrived about 15 minutes too late. They had stopped letting people in, so we kind of just walked over for nothing. It’s okay, we got food truck after.

Thursday was a flurry of me not doing my paper, and then trying to do it with only 12 hours left before the deadline. Friday was also uneventful due to not getting enough sleep. But at night, it was actually the International Human Rights group’s last night at New College, so they converted the pub into a dance floor and one of the lawyer’s DJ’ed. It was really really funny to watch the lawyers awkwardly dance.

Saturday was our anticipated trip to London. I’m really glad we went to London a separate time, because there’s just so much to do and see that we wouldn’t have had enough time. I got to see Monica too! She met up with us at the British Museum and we caught up while wandering about and seeing the Rosetta Stone and such.

We walked to Buckingham Palace and passed through the St. James’ gardens on the way which were beautiful. Buckingham Palace was really pretty but movies lie. The guards do not stand outside the main gates, so you cannot heckle/hassle/bother them and try to make them laugh. Lame. We walked back through the gardens on the way back and I basically freaked out over every wild animal we saw. So many duckies!

We ate dinner on a boat docked on the Thames. It was interesting since you could definitely feel the motion of the water rocking the boat. We walked to the National Theatre and there I said my good-byes to my dearest Moniquita :)

We saw the Cherry Orchard. It was interesting… But probably not interesting enough. I won’t lie, I took two mini naps during the first half and it was so refreshing. And I don’t think I missed anything important honestly. I stayed awake for the entire second half though. The woman who plays Madam Hooch starred in the play!

After the play ended, we hit a slight snafu. Once again, we had planned on going clubbing in London, so a group of us weren’t planning on going back with the Duke group. But it was a long day, and walking is exhausting, no matter how comfortable your shoes are, so there were dissenters. In the end, a smaller group of us went clubbing.

We went to this club called Fabric, and it was a pretty awesome club. Not only was it underground, but they had pretty good security at the front and checked our bags, and there were multiple dance floors and bars. The weird thing was that there were so many more guys than girls inside. We didn’t stay too late, because we were pretty tired also, but I’m super glad I get to say I’ve been clubbing in London!

Today, we tried to go punting, but it was more expensive since it was a weekend. We had brought a mini picnic, so we went to Christ Church meadows instead and just had our picnic there.

Cornish Pasties!

Though we’re about an hour and a half from London, the riots have kind of touched Oxford. Basically, the London riots are a bunch of idiots who are taking advantage of one night of violence to rob and attack merchants and the police. It’s absolutely ridiculous and stupid and unacceptable. Some of them, in reports, say it’s because the job market is tough, college tuition and loans are a drain and taxes have gone up. Well suck it up, and go peacefully protest or something.

There’s been small bouts of violence in Oxford, though it’s kept pretty quiet. But last night, when we were going clubbing, one of the clubs we frequent was closing early just in case a riot broke up nearby. It’s just stupid. Someone’s professor said that these things usually burn out after a few days, and I know there’s always like racial tension and class tension in the UK but, this is just dumb. Ugh.

Kay is helping me complete my Oxford bucket list! I had a Cornish Pasty today, which was delicious, but basically like a shepherd’s pie inside puff pastry. I also went to a museum today and, of course, took way too long reading almost every plaque.

I’m also getting my souvenir shopping done! I’ve gotten my parents gifts so far. I can’t believe though our time is coming to an end :(

Another quiet weekend

This weekend didn’t quite work out as expected.

On Wednesday, I was actually at High Table dinner with the tutors and guest speaker, so I was on the raised platform, not just at the giant long bench in the hall. Dinner was good! A bit awkward in the beginning, but everyone was good at conversation. I was placed next to the speaker, Guy Kahane, who is a philosopher who also dabbles in the neuroscience behind it. So he told me about some really interesting studies he’s worked with. I was also seated near Lexi and next to Jie so I was lucky. Across from me was Dr. David Grylls who I think is in charge of the program on the Oxford end. He was super funny. He switched with Guy because Lexi wanted to pick his brain a bit more. So Dr. Grylls told me a bit about some of the Wardens of New College. One was Reverend Spooner, and he’s the one who basically invented Spoonerisms! He was always mixing up the beginning consonants of words (“Tons of Soil” when he really meant to say “Sons of Toil” in a sermon), and he did it so often, they called them Spoonerisms.

I love learning little things like that. :)

The fun ended there for a while. I caught a stomach bug of sorts, though it wasn’t food poisoning because I barely ate Wednesday besides High Table and every one was served the same meal there. Because of it, I couldn’t go to Wales like I had planned :( I was excited to go to Cardiff and see a real castle!

I took a few days to recover and every one helped take care of me :) I was better by Friday, but furiously writing my paper. I also did much better on this one, so I’m really pleased!

Saturday, I joined Abby, Kay and Jie at The Rose again and finished off everyone’s leftovers, since I had arrived late. I bought super cute watercolor coasters of Oxford for my future home! I watched NigaHiga with Jie and Abby, made a food truck run at some point and then the four of us watched Eurotrip in the JCR. (Worst Twins Ever.)

Kay then helped me plan out the schedule for our last two weeks here! We are going to get almost everything done on my bucket list!

Today, Jie, Kay and I got up nice and early to head to Blenheim Palace! It’s only a 30 minute bus ride away since it’s located in Oxfordshire. The place was beautiful. I loved the history behind it, I geeked out a bit. I took lots of photos of the palace and bought a guide book since no photos were allowed on the inside. I can’t imagine even living in such a place. Winston Churchill was born there as well!

For dinner, we had dim sum! I was just so happy to get my hands on Chinese food. It wasn’t nearly as good as what I have back home or in Houston, but it was just so nice to eat something I love. Mark is a little liar. He said he would come and try some dim sum, but he just had chicken and rice.

Guest Blog Contined!

… So back at the Louvre

Mark: We saw a lot of shit, and our legs are about to fall off. Some good dominatrix name like Empress Kay makes us go up a 1000 steps.

Kay: I told everyone multiple times they could sit and wait while I go and see what I wanted to see. But no, everyone was like, “No, it’s ok”. And then were fucking little bitches about it.

Mark: It was a masterful plan. We were coerced. And then we saw Impressionist paintings and they were weird except for Monet.

Kay: Mark is just trying to get back at me for the pole incident, which I repeat, not my fault. Mark was just a little bitch and didn’t watch where he was walking.

Mark: Therefore, in conclusion, Kay and her 4 slaves crawled up the stairs. In shackles, at the power of her whip.

Kay: I’m gonna pull an Indu and say you’re a ho.

Mark: We sat outside at the fountain for a while.

Kay: Mark made me take multiple model pictures of him, and it was weird. Oh, we walked to the Palais, and we saw sailboats.

Mark: I saw a sailboat

Jie: We all did.

Mark: Oh this is a good Jie and Indu story. We’re on this long dirt road, and every 5 minutes there was a switchoff between Jie and Indu peeing/pooping. Little job, big job.

Jie: No, we were in line for a really long time.

Mark: Sure, you created the line.

…

Kay: We walked along Champs. We went into Lacoste, and Mark was having a mini orgasm

Jie: We wanted to play dressup with Mark…

Mark: But the shit was too expensive

Kay: So Mark had to leave mid orgasm

Mark: And we left Indu in the middle of the store trying on polos. We don’t know why she loves polos.

Indu: You’re a ho.

…

Mark: So we finally make it to the airport. And Indu was a mess.

Kay: Indu didn’t have any money left because she bought soap. And then I loaned her money.

Mark: Indu brings back 4800 pennies.

Kay: Indu brings back a trayful of coins. There were like 11 euros worth of coins on the tray. Like what the fuck do you want me to do with all these coins? Do better. Indu was like, “it’s not my fault”.

Mark: DO BETTER INDU

…

Mark: And the fucking plane decides that it’s not gonna be at the terminal. So we were on a stupid ass bus. We literally move 10 feet, the bus stops, the doors open, and we watch a fucking plane land in front of us. And it’s not even our fucking plane.

Kay: So we wait around for another 10 fucking minutes in a bus that was as full as fucking tailgate buses, and it smelled just as bad. Mark and Indu book it to the plane

Mark: I made Indu haul our asses so we could get front row seats.

Kay: Do the Indu shuffle.

Mark: And then we fucking got front row seats, and it was awesome. Indu would not shut up the whole ride. It was fine. Kind of…

…

Mark: We get to the airport and we have to fucking fill out the landing card. What a dumb stewardness. Come on, do better.

Kay: So we haul ass to customs so we can get on the early bus. And we had to fill out the card. And Jie took forever through customs.

Mark: Was she pooping again?

Jie: No, I was having a pleasant conversation with the lady at customs. She was asking me what I was studying. Just to make it clear, I never even did big job. That was all Indu.

…

Mark: Jie, Kay, and Lexi get to go home to Oxford in peace. Mark and Indu get on a bus, are in the middle of fucking London, and Indu realizes she doesn’t have her fucking bus ticket. In the middle of Buckingham Palace road, there are people all around, and Indu spills out the contents of her bag on the streets of London. Her wallet is in one direction, her bag is in the other, receipts are flying everywhere. She has no pounds, nothing helpful. Nothing unexpected from Indu

Kay: Mark is being quite eloquent today.

[pause while Mark helps Kit’s incompetence at Angry Birds]

Mark: So it must have been 5 times that Indu told me that by the time we get money from the ATM, she would find her ticket. So she literally drags me to 8 different bus stops that aren’t right. We finally see an Oxford Tube going by, and we haul ass to catch up to this moving bus. Sprinting through the streets of London. It was the dumbest shit I’d ever seen. Thank you Indu. We finally catch up to the bus, and Indu finds her ticket in her camera case. We get back, we all do big jobs, life is good.

Kay: I thought I was gonna get murdered as I walked through the lawn, but I didn’t

Mark: If you’ve read this long, thanks for reading our bullshit. 

The END

Guest Blog!

While I was puttering around Oxford, my friends were running around Paris, and here is their story.

Mark: Four hours before we were leaving for Paris, I found out Indu had not bought our ticket… Problem much?

Indu: You’re such a snarky bitch. This is Mark, he’s a snarky bitch.

Mark: So instead  of the nmormal direct bus, Indu and I had to transfer 7 buses

Indu: No we only had to transfer like one bus

Mark: So we attempt to go to the bus station in Oxford and Indu can’t find it. Indu heads down the complete opposite way and leads us into the next town over, which is Everton

Indu: Everywhere Mark went, it was the opposite of where we were supposed to be

…

Mark: So an hour and a half later, we find the bus stop.

Indu: You’re a ho

Mark: Actually, we made the bus. And then we have to get off the bus at Victoria Station, meanwhile we still have to get to Luton Airport. We had to take Easybus. Let me tell you this bus was not easy to find. It was in fucking no man’s land

Indu: Nothing with the name easy is easy. Easybus, easyjet, they’re all lies.

Mark: So we’re finally going to Luton, but the bus was camouflaged.

Indu: So the bus stop was on Buckingham Palace Road, but there were 10 million bus stops on both sides of the road. And then we made a sprint for the Easybus, and Mark made fun of my shuffle

Mark: Indu was a baby.

….

Mark: So now Indu and I are going through Luton security. I like usual get through ABC 123. Everyone thinks Indu is a terrorist.

Indu: They took one of my liquids, and they do a fucking chemical test on one of them. I’m sorry, but my sunscreen aint’ a bomb. It would be funny if it didn’t happen to me every fucking time at the airport.

Mark: I was loving the racial profiling. Indu vs. the airport.We get into the airport, and there are no fucking gates, so Indu and I are super confused. All it has are shops, no gates, no planes. Then Indu decided she needed to get a Lacoste polo, so she bought like 5 of them.

Indu: Cause obviously I wear polos all the time.

Mark: Now we meet up with Kay, and we find that Jie and Lexi are sleeping like assholes. They took 2 rows of sits and merged them together, and literally like 20 people don’t have seats. So between Jie and Lexi, they are occupying 18 seats.

Jie: Ok, that was Lexi’s idea.

Indu: And Kay was sitting next to them like these aren’t my friends

Mark: So after we’re laughing at them, Jie wakes up like a normal person, but Lexi keeps sleeping. So we proceeded to pretend we didn’t know Lexi. 30 minutes later, Lexi wakes up. Embarrassed, she moves the 2 benches apart. As the red sea splits, the standing people go to the seats.

…. Do not remember either taking off nor landing

Mark: And then we were in Paris. Throughout the whole fucking plane ride, Indu was bitching, “My ears hurt”. It took us 8 years to get out of the airport. So we all decide that getting a metro ticket would be a good idea. One by one, we all get our metro tickets until Indu is the last one. Little did she know, they would decline her credit card, so she was digging through her bag looking for Euros, which we didn’t have yet. Moral of the mini story is that Wachovia sucks dick.

Jie: And then Mark was navigating the subway like a boss.

Mark: Kay dragged us like 150 blocks to the hotel.We were supposed to be cranky bitches, but our hotel was really cool and the market was amazing. The baguette sandwiches were so good.

Indu: Mark was wearing a European outfit and eating baguettes. And his shirt was tucked in.

…. Naptime at the hotel

Jie: We pushed the two beds in the main room together, and Indu got the crack. Mark stripped down to his boxers but refused to cuddle, so we had to erect a pillow barricade.

Mark: Oh we saw a cool arch. It was super big, end of story.

Indu: It was big and triumphant.

Mark: Then after naptime, we went to Champs.

Indu: We went to the bakery, LaDuree. Macaroons are the shit.

Jie: So we went window shopping down the Champs Elysees and took a bunch of pictures outside the designer shops because we’re too poor to go in. Mark didn’t know any of the ones we were talking about.

Indu: We ate the macaroons, and Mark only liked the vanilla one.

Mark: The caramel and rose ones were shit. The raspberry was good

Indu: And then we went to Notre Dame and took pictures.

Jie: Mark modeled.

Indu: Then we went to the Eiffel Tower and lied on the grass and stared at it. And then we went on the subway and went the wrong way. But it turned out good because we saw the Eiffel Tower at night and it was super sparkly. It was like Edward Cullen.

Mark: On the way back to the hotel, we’re walking briskly.

Jie: And there are these poles in the middle street that come up to the girls’ stomachs. But for Mark, the poles hit a bit lower.

Mark: So we’re walking, and Kay is walking right in front of me in my line of vision. I’m basically trusting her with my life. All of a sudden, talking to someone on my left, and like an agile cat, Kay moves out of the way. It is Mark vs. Pole. BOOM pole 1, mark 0. Men down. Kay = not team player.

Jie: And then we laughed at Mark for a good 20 minutes. He was doubled over in pain. Best part of the night.

Indu: Also Lexi met up with her friend who’s twin Lexi. They have the same hair, height, and body type.

…. At night

Indu: Mark didn’t wanna fucking cuddle, so we had 3 girls spooning on the bed and Mark taking up half of it himself. Mark was an aggressive sleeper.

… Morning of Day 2

Mark: I didn’t get any sleep because of these 3 taking up the bed.

Indu: Mark’s a ho.

Jie: We woke up freaking early, like 7 in the morning because Mark wanted to go up the Eiffel Tower. We actually ran ahead of schedule and made it before the elevators even opened.

Mark: Going up the Eiffel Tower was fucking awesome.

Jie: Actually, Mark’s afraid of heights.

Mark: Then we went to the Louvre. Omg, let’s rant about the bitch at the Louvre. First of all, the woman at the information desk was so nice. And then we get to the ticket booth, and the bitch wouldn’t accept our visa.

Indu: And then she asked Lexi if she was trying to be funny.

… Inside the Louvre

Indu: The Monalisa is overrated, there was like bullet proof glass over it. The Wedding Feast was so much better. It’s like the original Jesus is a fucking boss picture.

…On the way back

Mark: So we’re packed in this bus like sardines, heading to our plane. And Indu and I are right in the front, and we’re watching this plane land in front of us. And then it landed, and we kept going.

Indu: It was like a scenic pit stop. I don’t know what the fuck they were thinking. And they didn’t give us our deplaning cards at the end.

Mark: The good part was that Indu and I were in the front row. The guy sitting next to us was so stuck up. He was like, “I go to LSE”. And Indu tried to make out with him.

Indu: You realize he wasn’t even cute. I don’t hit on people who aren’t cute. What the fuck? You’re a ho, and you’re a liar.

To be continued…

Scones… Nummy.

Emily and I decided to spend our weekend in Oxford, rather than Paris with our jet-setting friends. Today, we had afternoon tea with Ashley! We had it at this little tea house called The Rose and it was delicious! I got finger sandwiches, a scone and a slice of coffee cake. The scone was lovely, very light and fluffy and organic looking, unlike the triangular, firmer ones at the Washington Duke. It came with clotted cream and strawberry jam, and I absolutely piled that clotted cream on. So amazing…I hadn’t had lunch yet, so I began devouring my food before remembering to take a photo…

The tea was nice too! I got a orange-y Ceylon tea and added some milk to it. I thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

Afterwards, we walked along The High (which is what you’re supposed to call High Street if you’re cool) and paused at a chocolatier’s and some antique stores and novelty shops. I kind of really want to buy an antique Wedgewood plate commemorating Princess Diana and Prince Charles’ wedding… I also bought cashmere sweaters for my mom and me.

Then Emily and I ended up at Primark… It really is dangerous in there. I only spent £19 there, but got boots, a dress and two bracelets. In general, I probably should stop shopping so much… After dinner, we watched Four Weddings and a Funeral in the JCR with some peeps.

Tomorrow, Emily and I are going to try and spend some time in Blackwells!