So Lazy,
After an interesting evening I awoke this morning to find a can of beer frozen in the freezer. This was both pleasing and disheartening, on the one hand I now know that my freezer will freeze things but on the other hand I now had to melt a can of beer. I think the beer is salvageable, the can seems to be in good form and the seal is still holding, I imagine it'll get tested for freshness this evening. Other than my musing over frozen beer and the philosophical connotation which arise with such an incident, I've spent most of the day thus far tidying my room (unsuccessfully), doing a little admin work, selecting elective courses, and listening to the same Vaughn Williams tune several times (Fantasia on a theme by Thomas Talis, SO GOOD! I wish I had some decent speakers round here, but until then headphones will suffice. If you know the tune you know what I'm talking about, if you don't you need to find it turn on the stereo turn it up, sit back in good chair and close your eyes... Magnificent.)
I had my last Banana today, not that I'm giving them up or anything, I'm just out of them. I think I need to go shopping, although it pains me to shop so much round here it's so expensive, and I have yet to find some good peanut butter. I had some rice for lunch which was rather nice, I flavoured it with Montreal steak spice and salt, but it wasn't nearly as good as you might think. I eventually added butter and oddly enough that seemed to fix everything wrong with it. I think the beer has thawed now... Interesting. No, I think I'll put it off for a while. Having the bars close at 11 is really probably the adjustment giving me the greatest amount of grief. It's just bizarre, you just start having a good time and then there's crazy English man ringing a bell, flashing the lights, and telling you to drink-up. Though at home I guess that's not too strange, other than the English man part, the real rub comes when you look at your watch just to find that it's only 10:40. I have a feeling you'll all hear a lot about this from me, I think it's my only real bone of contention with this place.
I've been checking out seats at the Royal Opera House, it's looking pretty good. Seems like there are ample cheap-seats for me to take advantage of, the only real question comes with knowing that there are a couple shows going on this season that I refuse to stand through ie anything Wagner, and my beloved Turandot. Now how much am I willing to pay to see a spectacular show? It's an interesting thought, well I shouldn't be too worried I have plenty of time to think about that. Turandot is running in July and the Wagner isn't for a while either.
I'm trying to figure out how to get a picture on this crazy animal of a Blog, but I seem to be meeting with limited success. By limited I mean, naturally, no success. Or maybe more success that I had thought. It's amazing what a little scroll bar can do. This is a picture of The Somerset House, opened in 1760s or 70s and for a long while was residence of the queen, I'm a little shaky on the facts but it's part of my campus and I guess the most magnificent part as well. Look! There's a little union jack flying up there, very nice. Perhaps I'll put more pictures up next time.
After an interesting evening I awoke this morning to find a can of beer frozen in the freezer. This was both pleasing and disheartening, on the one hand I now know that my freezer will freeze things but on the other hand I now had to melt a can of beer. I think the beer is salvageable, the can seems to be in good form and the seal is still holding, I imagine it'll get tested for freshness this evening. Other than my musing over frozen beer and the philosophical connotation which arise with such an incident, I've spent most of the day thus far tidying my room (unsuccessfully), doing a little admin work, selecting elective courses, and listening to the same Vaughn Williams tune several times (Fantasia on a theme by Thomas Talis, SO GOOD! I wish I had some decent speakers round here, but until then headphones will suffice. If you know the tune you know what I'm talking about, if you don't you need to find it turn on the stereo turn it up, sit back in good chair and close your eyes... Magnificent.)
I had my last Banana today, not that I'm giving them up or anything, I'm just out of them. I think I need to go shopping, although it pains me to shop so much round here it's so expensive, and I have yet to find some good peanut butter. I had some rice for lunch which was rather nice, I flavoured it with Montreal steak spice and salt, but it wasn't nearly as good as you might think. I eventually added butter and oddly enough that seemed to fix everything wrong with it. I think the beer has thawed now... Interesting. No, I think I'll put it off for a while. Having the bars close at 11 is really probably the adjustment giving me the greatest amount of grief. It's just bizarre, you just start having a good time and then there's crazy English man ringing a bell, flashing the lights, and telling you to drink-up. Though at home I guess that's not too strange, other than the English man part, the real rub comes when you look at your watch just to find that it's only 10:40. I have a feeling you'll all hear a lot about this from me, I think it's my only real bone of contention with this place.
I've been checking out seats at the Royal Opera House, it's looking pretty good. Seems like there are ample cheap-seats for me to take advantage of, the only real question comes with knowing that there are a couple shows going on this season that I refuse to stand through ie anything Wagner, and my beloved Turandot. Now how much am I willing to pay to see a spectacular show? It's an interesting thought, well I shouldn't be too worried I have plenty of time to think about that. Turandot is running in July and the Wagner isn't for a while either.
I'm trying to figure out how to get a picture on this crazy animal of a Blog, but I seem to be meeting with limited success. By limited I mean, naturally, no success. Or maybe more success that I had thought. It's amazing what a little scroll bar can do. This is a picture of The Somerset House, opened in 1760s or 70s and for a long while was residence of the queen, I'm a little shaky on the facts but it's part of my campus and I guess the most magnificent part as well. Look! There's a little union jack flying up there, very nice. Perhaps I'll put more pictures up next time.
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