All right. So, I know it has to be expected that there will be some truly uninspiring assignments. I mean some true pieces of intellectual feces. Of course, it may not be entirely the assignment’s fault. Which may be what has happened with this assignment I just completed (and the result is a giant turd of grand defecatory powers). The fault may be that the assignment-giver has not adequately explained either, A) What the assignment is (thereby causing confusion and wonder) and/or B) Why the assignment exists (thereby restricting from the assignment-doer the feeling of accomplishment even in the face of extreme piles of shite).

As it is now, I feel like I just wasted hours of my time writing a bunch of useless crap. Not how I wanted to spend my time here. Maybe in our session today, some abstract angle of light will be shed on the whole thing that will make it seem like glittering gold. But I doubt it.

Now, maybe something a little uplifting… Or just creepy… Who’s to say… I was walking home (even in Oxford it feels like I have a home… yay!) from the bus stop and two drunk old Brits hit on me. Called me gorgeous and everything. I’m sure they were slurring their compliments at every female that was walking solo, but it made me laugh because just like in the US there are dirty old men who fall into their drink and lose all sense of their tongues.

Ta.