Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
My apartment smells like 80% of my ex boyfriends. No, I didn’t manage to get them all over for some wild orgy. Nor would I want to. My roommate’s cleaning up a bunch of his stuff so the packers have an easier time on Saturday, and he managed to dump out half a bottle of … Continue reading Stinky
I am officially sick and tired of living life without a car. So on a tempermental whim last night, I braved the credit department at my bank, and phoned to ask how much of a car loan I qualify for. Their answer: way more than I actually want. Dangerous. So now I have to weigh … Continue reading Freedom!
Irons in the fire take a loooong time to heat up. But you still need to strike when they’re hot! Yes, it’s cryptic. Sorry. Hopefully I can explain more soon. But it’s safe to say that I will spend the next few hours FREAK-ING-OUT! Continue reading Sometimes…
So I’m doing my accounting homework at the very last minute. Again. And as usual, I feel like there’s a big gap in my level of understanding. It’s very much like learning a foreign language through immersion. You get the general gist of things… but when you go to put the words together yourself, it … Continue reading S-M-R-T
That’s my batting average right now. Not too bad, considering I’ve never played before. I’m better than most of the girls who’ve never played before – which says something though I don’t know what. Note to self: get a batting glove. I finished playing about 40 minutes ago, and my hand is still stinging. Also, … Continue reading 0.3333
I mentioned before that I don’t really dig guys with accents. This still holds true. My brain works hard all day, and when I’m spending down-time with my partner, I’d like to turn it all off and not have to make my brain “work” to hear their words through their accent. Shallow and selfish? Probably. … Continue reading Thursday Confessional
I’ve been toying with the idea of getting a tattoo for a while. Until now I’d stuck with small-gauge piercings, since they’re much less permanent. But I’ve been mulling it over for a couple or three years, and the idea still doesn’t repulse me, so I think it’s time. The problem is, I was planning … Continue reading Inky