I have no cause to complain, really. I mean, comparatively. And I’m not even talking about ‘state of the world’ here – that’s a whole mess that will leave me feeling guilty for everything I’ve ever said or done. I’m talking about how lucky I am within my little segment of the world. The two things on everyone’s minds these past few days: housing and class registration. After some panic attacks, nightmares, and really funny e-mails my housing turned out to be a breeze – Sabrina and I will be living in a sweet two-person apartment next year, just like we wanted. My classes were also ridiculously easy to get into, even the one I had to apply for (Great Books). Thank you, high school, for the college in the classroom opportunity that has made my life so much easier. Everyone else, my roommate especially, is having problem after problem. So yes, I am thankful for this situation. But I am more than a little tired of the drama everywhere.
Yesterday Jessica and I went to Oxford. We wandered around for a bit with no purpose in mind, but managed to find the birthplace of Richard the Lionheart, the Eagle and Child pub (frequented by CS Lewis and JRR Tolkien…and now Jessica and myself), and, wonder of wonders, the Oxford Literary Festival. We totally geeked out, and I bought myself a signed copy of “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime.” I’ve read it before and am more than happy to add it to my collection…you should all read it (except for the bookclubbers, who should do “Neverwhere” first).