You Know what I like? I like it when things work like they're supposed to. It makes me happy. I'm happy. I managed to get internet connection in my room! It worked! I like it when things work.

Matriculation was fine, you sign a paper. That's it. You line up and sign a paper. Then later we got a group photo of us standing in front of the chapel. I wonder if I can get a copy of that, it might be neat to have. I was, however, in the very last row because of my "B" last name, so who knows if you can even tell it's me.

I'm also happy because I'm feeling a like I'm starting to know the place a little bit more. And it's promising that it's only been one day and I'm already getting my bearings. A little. All it will take is a little bit more wandering and I'll be navigating these cobblestone streets like a pro.
And I'm looking forward to the banquet tonight and the pre-dinner drinks with the classics faculty. I've met a Couple of people, but they're mostly random bumpings into and therefore unlikely or less likely to bump into again, but to meet the others in classics will be good.

And not only do the british like to sing drunkenly, they also like to ring bells. so far not at any inopportune time, but they've been ringing for half an hour already.

So much to do, so much to think about, nobody to do it with. That pretty much sums up my experience thus far.
Made it here without much trouble, a few foibles and a long walk with two very heavy bags, but not much trouble. My room is amidst a long labarynthian corridor that has multiple ups and downs (and no elevator, after a long walk with two heavy bags, the last thing you want to be doing is hauling them up and down flights of stairs and around tight corridors to find your room). It's a fairly good size, pretty basic in it's flavour, and overlooking a Whyte avenue esque road with very load people. Apparently english teengagers have a penchant for drunken singing at the top of their lungs all night. Who knew?

Well, more will come, I promise, but I have to go matriculate now.

At least it's sunny and beautiful here. I wish you all could see it.

Yay!!!! Thank you thank you thank you thank you people at the British high COmmission in Ottawa! I recieved an email today saying that my Visa has been issued! This is much sooner than the skin of my teeth ten working days that had been predicted!!! Soon it will be in my hands and thus will finally be finished the ordeal of the student visa.

That and the fact that wagon tours was cancelled. Yay for the rain. Did I spend it reading like a good girl? I still plan to , but not yet. Did I spend it working on the manual I'm working on for Ruthy? No, but my mom's been using my computer, so I alas and alak could not. Did I spend it cleaning my absurdly messy room in preparation for my departure? Hell no. What did I do? I shopped. I visited that mammoth thing of a mall with my little sister and spent some dough. Not that I enjoy shopping all that much, nor do I enjoy The Mall, but it is nice to have some new clothes. Add this to the lovely sweater I got yesterday with delly bean and I'm in the clothes. Wooha.

All is right with the world on this rainy rainy day.

you know what? I feel rather limbo-esque. I can't seem to get grounded and do anything of any value. I suppose I don't want to get into anything to big before going, but at the same time I want to make th emost use of this time available. And now I am facing the fact that the server at Rutherford quit for a real job leaving us high and dry (odd how this is the second time that the server quits when I'm one of very few people available to fill in). It's not that I mind serving. In fact I do enjoy it on occasion and I like that I can be useful when people i adore need me, but this throws kinks in my relaxing three weeks plan. Since now, I have to figure out how wagon tours works into this whole thing. And I will feel guilty every time I tell Ruthy I can't work due to wagon obligations and guilty every time I tell wagon tours I can't work due to Ruthy oligations. Bah. I know that my marvelous supervisors will understand and be as flexible as they are able, but still. And I am also determined to have at least a couple of days of before I go.
seriously... I will have them.
quit laughing...

hame again home again jiggity jig

So here I am blogging from the comfort of my vey own couch. sitting on my lovely sofa after having put on jeans and a fresh tank top and after having an extremely long extremely superb shower and sleeping in my very own, exeedingly plush bed and waking up to a pancake breakfast. Ooh is it ever good to be home. Now do not get me wrong, I enjoyed my excavation immensely, and while we didn't uncover anything comprable to tutenkamen's tomb, it was grand and interesting and extremely worthwhile. But... is it ever good to be home. For the first time in five weeks I don't smell of sweat, am not covered in a fine layer of dirt mixed with sunscreen, can understand everything that is being said around me, and don't feel like a spectacle. oh yah, and I can flush the toilet paper! Joy!

So now i am looking forward to seeing everyone a much as possible in this next month and enjoying myself terribly before heading off to Cambridge, my next big adventure. I'm trying to give myself a couple of days to et my brain back in order, but am excited to get back to work and to figuringout all that needs figuring out in the next little while.