Imagined one-way conversation between me and my computer:
"Hello, it's me again. I know it's been a long time. No! It's not you. It's me. NO. It isn't someone else either. YES, I still care about you! Yes, I still want to share every waking moment of my life with you! (Well, not really. It's just a matter of speech...) But it's difficult sometimes, you know? I've just been... busy."
You may ask: what has this selfish, unsympathetic, one-sided person been 'busy' with?
Well, since you asked:
-Pubs
-Salsa lessons
-Royal wedding (tv)
-Tortoise wedding (live!)
-Laundry
-Waking up at 5 am on May Morning
-Listening to choristers singing from the top of Magdalen tower, me, surrounded by people in the middle of High Street at 6 am on May Morning
-Reading smutty 17th century plays and novels (for class!)
-Contemplating an orange and writing about it (for class!)
-Composing a piano piece and playing it, embarrassingly (for class)
-Going to afternoon tea at Corpus Christi
-(15 minutes later) going to afternoon tea at The Rose
-Reading about C.S. Lewis
-Writing about C.S. Lewis
-Walking around Oxford searching for things related to C.S. Lewis
-Dr. Who
-Dr. Who
-Dr. Who
-Shocking my tutor with a well-written but severely over-interpreted thesis
-Dr. Who
-Practicing my British accent
-Making British friends
-Practicing my British accent for my British friends
-Hearing my British friends attempt an American accent (with the expression "Fuck yeah, America!" proposed by Molly)
-EVEN better, hearing one British friend do an impression of his impression of ME that sounds something like this: "HELLOOO! I AM HEIDI, SON OF THORRRR. I like to study MYTHOLOGY, especially VIKING MYTHOLOGYYY!!!" - as the wise Peter Pham once said, I have become a parody of myself
-Eating paninis beside the Magdalen deer park
-Cooking by throwing things in a pot until it tastes good
-Plotting a costume for the "dead famous" themed "bop" - it's like a dance
-Failing in the first round of a pub quiz
-Failing miserably in the second round of a pub quiz
-Failing passably in the final round of a pub quiz
-Resolving to go to another pub quiz sometime that doesn't involve exclusively British knowledge ("If you were watching cricket near Pemberley and were forty kilos from Southampton and one-hundred and twenty meters from Kent and thirty quid away from Manchestertonvilleburgh and miles and miles away from understanding this question, where would you be?")
I write all these things with the understanding that, once again, it will be impossible to convey the bulk of the things that I have been doing, enjoying, exhausting, and laboring over. I started this list with the intention of going into more detail, but now I am hungry and well on the way to convincing myself that this list is actually a pretty accurate description of the present.
Parting is such sweet-but-actually-savory-in-this-case-because-its-lunchtime sorrow! The rest is silence. Farewell, fair cruelty! Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...
O brave new world, that has such people in it!
I want to hear about/see pictures of your costume when you finish plotting! Sounds fun.
ReplyDeleteDitto on Adelaide's comment. Also, shocking your tutor? Sounds....fun. I wish I could hear your British friend's get all macho about VIKINGS!
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