Yes, I'll be the first to admit it... I've failed to fit the image of excessive blogger extraordinaire, pounding the keyboard late into the night. Forgive me for the lack of intriguing things to say on a daily basis. Contrary to popular belief, living in the commonwealth of England and slaving away at the library [the Bodleian, Radcliffe Camera, English Faculty Library, Rhodes House Library, Hertford College Library to name A FEW] does not always mean life amounts to a wool sweater and cuppa tea. In fact, these last couple weeks have been about as delightful as being confined to an itchy wool sweater for seven days straight, or getting third degree burns from scalding Earl Grey first thing in the morning, thus ruining your taste for an entire 24+ hours. Needless to say the last two weeks have been jam-packed full of challenging experiences in just about every category: academics, my faith, friendships, relationships, and, oh yeah!, academics. If you would care to send a prayer my way, you might want to title the subject heading "Re: Frickin' C.S. Lewis Tutorial." By now, I've met with both my primary and secondary tutors to discuss the focus of my studies while here, and you'd think that with only two areas of study I'd have plenty o' free time on my hands... this couldn't be farther from the truth. I can't remember the last time I was so desperate to squeeze more hours into each day. The amount of reading I have to complete continues to grow exponentially, and if I've learned anything so far, it's this simple truth: just because one has read a complicated book cover to cover, does not mean that one has any idea what it's really trying to say. But at the end of the day, no matter how beautiful the day was, or how dejected I may feel trudging home in the drizzling rain, I am so grateful for:1. YOU
2. the friends far and farther
3. wonderful, amazing family
4. a bowl of cereal and sliced bananas
and last but certainly not least. . .
5. Fleetwood Mac's Greatest Hits album. Have you heard these guys?? They're classic, you can't overlook 'em. Or get enough of 'em. Listen to "Tusk" cranked UP and tell me you don't love them. Current goal in life: see Fleetwood in concert, go barefoot, wear a crown of daisies, and take shots of wheatgrass. One listen is all it takes...
[picture: Portobello Road, Notting Hill. a little preview of the next installation: Antonio's Bygone Boisterous Birthday Bash.]
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