I’m sorry. I realize most people do not like libraries. But Oxford is libraries. My life is libraries. Therefore, I thought I should include the History Faculty Library, the only place I can check out books and necessarily is dear to my heart. Yet, I also hate the library because my jacket and scarf could not keep me warm.
We have a dichotomous relationship.
One of these days, I will get caught.
I was reading this for my tutorial, then realized, I went to his lecture!
Three days a week at least, I go to lectures. While waiting for “The Two Germanies in the Cold War” I thought I would not read like a productive person, but would take pictures like a stalker.
Where I waited with my dear red friend "Ulysses"
Later in the week, we went to the Farmers Market. Cheap produce, batteries, books, Asian vendors…just like home.
I feel like I should note that, as I write this, my housemates are writing about murdering a man and eating babies. Oxford, for all you skill, you have yet to tame young men…oh now we’re talking about wearing the face of your victim.
Mom, save me.
But, I digress. Stopped at a cute bookstore that had no classics by authors with names from H to S. Why! Why? This is Oxford and I had my heart set on Joyce.
I'm still upset. My American consumerism needs gratified.
After a stop at McDonalds (American consumerism!!), I went to the Taylorian, my favorite library.
A window seat by a radiator with a view of the Ashmolean and Sacchler? Jesus does love me.
Unfortunately I got in the way of my own stealthy picture. Was I creeping on myself?
So, they remembered I was in the room and accused me of fabrication. Am I going to die?
