Anyway, Oxford has been treating me very well. I actually just decided to extend my stay by a week (home on Aug 8)… and of course it started raining exactly 10min after I got off the phone with my British Airways booking agent—-classic.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve perfected the distinctive skill of being the 3rd wheel. This is mostly thanks to Steph and Elliot who I have had the pleasure of staying with on my occasional weekend/overnight excursions to London.
Those excursions were very frequent over the first few weeks, but recently I’ve been staying in Oxford a lot more—not because of the terrorist attacks in London, though those did rather shake me up, considering I was on a bus in London at the time of the attacks (and I would have been on the tube if I hadn’t been lazy and taken a taxi to the bus station… very clear lesson learned here: lazyness is a lifesaver).
But no, despite my luck, it’s more Oxford itself that keeps me here. I just keep meeting loads of interesting people and making new friends every time I go out, which undoubtedly sounds very corny but is also true. Plus, I’ve been on a few dates, though they’ve all been somewhat involuntary. Well not so much involuntary as accidental, think less sleazy-villian-kidnaps-innocent-woman Arnold Schwarzenegger action film, and more badly written overly serendipitous romantic comedy with B-list actors.
Well, in other news, my favourite neighbourhood graffiti was painted over this week. No more shall my daily walks to work be spent pondering whether “strict adherence to any religious dogma is intellectual suicide.” I am now sadly limited to the somewhat less eloquent musings about President Bush… On that tragic note, I leave you.
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