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The other night i went to see Match Point. So ODD that that's Woody Allen. Also, just so odd in general. Oh, you brooding attractive adulterous Brits....go back to Closer.
I did get to see the movie for a pittance (just under 3 pounds), because of this very silly but useful "ORANGE WEDNESDAY" when people with Orange cellphones can *text* Orange a special code *Film 241* and then Orange will *text* THEM a special code, and then they give the special code to the guy selling the tickets at the theatre, and they get 2 tickets for the price of one. Thankfully, i don't have Orange, but i have friends who do, so i can take advantage of this bizarre ritual.
Another bizarre ritual is texting in general. I had never done it before in my life---i had also never received a text before, although i know some of you have sent me some in the past. Yeah those went into the oblivion. Anyway, here i have to text because it's just the cheapest way to go, and of course everybody does it here.
My parents are in oxford this weekend, which is very very nice. We are going to london tonight, but before that we're going to Marks & Spencers (yay!).
The highlight of my week, however, will be Thursday night, when Elizabeth the Goddess/Visiting Students Director is having us over for American sitcom-watching and pizza-eating. For those who haven't heard about Elizabeth, i must just describe her. Young--probably just 30, and small and pretty, with dyed black hair and long fake pearl earrings. When she turned up in London during Awful Butler Orientation to meet us, i almost cried. She's sort of your perfect Oxford person: gentle and sweet and a little bit traditional, but also young and fun and laidback. She's a medieval literature scholar. I mean, come on. She's married to a guy named Alistair who works for a humanitarian organization in London and when there's an earthquake in South America, he flies over for a few weeks to do relief work. And they live in the wall of the college (the tiny alice-in-wonderland house came with the job of taking care of us JYAs; in case one of us has a fit in the night, she has to be close by). Basically, everyone has a crush on her and if you don't have a crush on her, there's something wrong with you. Actually, the party at her house is also very compelling because of the pizza...is it weird that i kind of miss that? I'm not sure why; it's not like I had a ton at home. It's not like they don't HAVE pizza in England, of course they do, it's just that I can't afford to eat out. I am in the process of finding a job though, so hopefully that will resolve itself.
Oh, the other day I went to this lecture with a friend, and it felt so nice and very much like home! It was at Brasenose in a pretty green room and it was on the motif of the Fallen Woman in early 20th century british suffragette plays...it's part of a series of theatre-related lectures. Anyway, it was cosy and fun, and the lecturer was awesome, and the whole thing felt very familiar. It was a moment of feeling at home at a university, you know? Like that's the kind of thing you can just do when you know the school, you can turn up for an awesome lecture and coffee and decadent chocolate cookies (not as good as the Lewis-Sebring ones though). Of course, i would never have gone if my JYA friend who's already been here a term hadn't taken me: navigating these colleges is a little scary sometimes. I turned up at my Linguistics lecture yesterday, and it had been moved to some mysterious other building (like i was just supposed to KNOW that!), and since i didn't know where that was and by the time i found out would have been terribly late, i just went home. Which is sad, because it was a very cool and strange class for me to take.
I will miss it next friday as well, because i'm going to Scotland, for home-cooked meals, reading in coffee shops, and lesbian clubbing.
But first: back to Jane Eyre and the Holy Sonnets.
I did get to see the movie for a pittance (just under 3 pounds), because of this very silly but useful "ORANGE WEDNESDAY" when people with Orange cellphones can *text* Orange a special code *Film 241* and then Orange will *text* THEM a special code, and then they give the special code to the guy selling the tickets at the theatre, and they get 2 tickets for the price of one. Thankfully, i don't have Orange, but i have friends who do, so i can take advantage of this bizarre ritual.
Another bizarre ritual is texting in general. I had never done it before in my life---i had also never received a text before, although i know some of you have sent me some in the past. Yeah those went into the oblivion. Anyway, here i have to text because it's just the cheapest way to go, and of course everybody does it here.
My parents are in oxford this weekend, which is very very nice. We are going to london tonight, but before that we're going to Marks & Spencers (yay!).
The highlight of my week, however, will be Thursday night, when Elizabeth the Goddess/Visiting Students Director is having us over for American sitcom-watching and pizza-eating. For those who haven't heard about Elizabeth, i must just describe her. Young--probably just 30, and small and pretty, with dyed black hair and long fake pearl earrings. When she turned up in London during Awful Butler Orientation to meet us, i almost cried. She's sort of your perfect Oxford person: gentle and sweet and a little bit traditional, but also young and fun and laidback. She's a medieval literature scholar. I mean, come on. She's married to a guy named Alistair who works for a humanitarian organization in London and when there's an earthquake in South America, he flies over for a few weeks to do relief work. And they live in the wall of the college (the tiny alice-in-wonderland house came with the job of taking care of us JYAs; in case one of us has a fit in the night, she has to be close by). Basically, everyone has a crush on her and if you don't have a crush on her, there's something wrong with you. Actually, the party at her house is also very compelling because of the pizza...is it weird that i kind of miss that? I'm not sure why; it's not like I had a ton at home. It's not like they don't HAVE pizza in England, of course they do, it's just that I can't afford to eat out. I am in the process of finding a job though, so hopefully that will resolve itself.
Oh, the other day I went to this lecture with a friend, and it felt so nice and very much like home! It was at Brasenose in a pretty green room and it was on the motif of the Fallen Woman in early 20th century british suffragette plays...it's part of a series of theatre-related lectures. Anyway, it was cosy and fun, and the lecturer was awesome, and the whole thing felt very familiar. It was a moment of feeling at home at a university, you know? Like that's the kind of thing you can just do when you know the school, you can turn up for an awesome lecture and coffee and decadent chocolate cookies (not as good as the Lewis-Sebring ones though). Of course, i would never have gone if my JYA friend who's already been here a term hadn't taken me: navigating these colleges is a little scary sometimes. I turned up at my Linguistics lecture yesterday, and it had been moved to some mysterious other building (like i was just supposed to KNOW that!), and since i didn't know where that was and by the time i found out would have been terribly late, i just went home. Which is sad, because it was a very cool and strange class for me to take.
I will miss it next friday as well, because i'm going to Scotland, for home-cooked meals, reading in coffee shops, and lesbian clubbing.
But first: back to Jane Eyre and the Holy Sonnets.
posted by priyanka at 5:22 AM
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I still haven't sent a text. I'm holding out. And as for the bizarre cheaper-movie ritual, I don't think I could handle that one. I am in the bad (or good?) habit of losing a lot of money by refusing to participate in deals that require effort or physical or mental exhaustion. For instance--I DO NOT do the coupon thing. I'd rather just eat less than take the time. I never remember to do the coffee-club hole-punch card thing. And the really sad one? I only minimally do the frequent flier thing. ah, well. so sue me.
I'm glad you saw a cheap movie.
My slacking-off, movie-watching days with Jordan are soon to be over. School starts Monday and I guess I'll have to start tackling shorter reading lists than yours, and pretending they are as cool. :)
Did you get my email????
Hmm, I'm not sure exactly whether this message will get to you (this is Rohan, btw) because everything on this screen is in French (for some reason -- almost as if I'm supposed to understand this language, hrm?) and I'm in a worse-than-usual state of confusion but I just wanted to say that I have much news and such to tell you.
Before I do that, though, what exactly was match point about? I liked it and all but why in the world is everyone ready to drop their pants and salute the return of woody? Did you really think it was that great?
Also, Emily Zandy says hi. Hi, hi, hi, hi -- and she's going to try and email you or something.
Ok: once I get my work done for the day, I'll reply to your email in full. Toodles!
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