Some of us went on a two day trip to Oxford the other week. We stopped on the way to visit the house of William Morris, 19th century artist/writer/socialist, but discovered that the house actually belonged to William Morris, 20th century automobile mogul/philanthropist. All the English people laughed cruelly at our mistake and I accidentally punched some stinging nettle. The trip improved greatly after that, however, and I once again ate an entire block of cheese.
We saw Batman and it was dumb. Our lives have been greatly brightened by everyone's Bane impressions, though.
The Olympics are starting and I am currently in my second hour of europop being blasted from across the street in the Russia camp. We saw a Russian athlete the other day, but he wasn't very muscley so we figured he was a shooter or something equally unimportant. We also went to watch the torch go by and it was truly a jolly occasion.
|We missed the bus.|
|Best friends forever.|
|THERE IT IS!|