how I became hugh grant

I went here for an afternoon (as seen in Notting Hill)

a proper way of remembering

"Tea on milk tastes like silk, milk on tea tastes like pee." - Margot

marginalia

After a few late nights in the library (you'll find me camped out in the basement area popularly referred to as "the dungeon"), this anonymous Oxford student really seemed to speak to me (I like to romantically think that I'm receiving this message generations later - even though the copyright claims that the book wasn't published until 1991).

she came fom Brussels and brought me this

Ginny came from Belgium to visit for the weekend (ballets, pubs), but although her departure left an empty place in my heart, she did not leave me empty-handed. Weekend visits are SO wonderful in so many ways (the chocolate is just a bonus)!

things I adore about england

1. tiny milk jugs for tea

when swans go bad

Basically, this wasn't what we were expecting when Ginny and I went to go see Swan Lake in London last night.

Also, Ginny made friends with an elderly woman named Gloria.

why I'd never cut it as a theology major

E was telling me about her tute with the chaplain the other day. Apparently she and another student were very nervous about their papers, so the chaplain whipped out two wine glasses and poured them some vodka and they all drank and talked about theology until E said that they were all so drunk they couldn't even read their papers.

being Elizabeth Bennet

D, C, and I are Pemberly-bound. Hours of feverish research and booking later and we have a weekend trip scoped out for the Peak District!

I'll say hi to Mr. Darcy for ya.

so, this pretty much reflects the january trip to scotland