Three more days

I only have to read two more articles and then meet with Rob on Monday to talk about them, and then I am done for the term. I don't even have to write an essay for Biochem this week, which is a relief. Egyptology was awful this week. I just didn't care about the topic, and I literally spent all day at my computer trying to write a decent essay. I turned in a terrible one two hours late. And then complained to Gareth about the topic during our tutorial. He told me that he gave me an A for the term though, so I couldn't complain too badly. If only OWU counted these grades...

Amanda and I have been planning our travels for the end of term. Next week, we are heading off to Amsterdam, Prague, and Vienna. She knows a girl in Amsterdam, and Alex Blackmer (a friend from Hopkinton) is in Vienna, so we're pretty set. We just have to figure out the cool things to do in Prague. I am very excited, it should be a fun week. We are flying to Amsterdam and back from Vienna, taking a night train from Amsterdam to Prague, and then either taking a train or a bus from Prague to Vienna. We're covering all the bases.

Tuesday was Karl's birthday. One of his friends is from Korea, and she made sushi. And his Iranian friend made Sangria. A very random combination, but both were delicious. We wore party hats and in no way celebrated St. Patrick's Day like the rest of UK/USA. We went to a club that night and a live jazz band was playing. I recognized the song when we first went in, but I couldn't figure out what it was. I expressed my wonderment to Karl, and he went up to the guitarist and asked him. After trying to figure out what a Swede heard from a Brit, I realized it was Bossa Madeira. Yes Luke and Emily (I think you're the only two who read this that would appreciate it), Bossa Madeira. For everyone else, Bossa Madeira is a song we played in middle school jazz band. These guys were playing songs from the same book we used. I may have requested Blues at Frog Bottom. They didn't play it. I had a lot of fun listening to them though. And reminiscing.

I am moving in the middle of April to an area called Jericho. It is all the way across town, and I will be living with four other girls. Many more OSAP students live close to the house I will be living in, so I am pretty excited about moving. As convenient as it was to live so close to Magdalen, I didn't become great friends with any British students last term, so I don't mind being far away. And since Amanda, Ben, and Ryan are leaving next month, there was no sense staying here. I have gotten pretty lonely as it is, so it would be terrible to be the only OSAP student living in the area. Even if Karl would still be here... I rarely hang out with him. I can't decide if I should get a bike for next term. Now that I know my way around, it seems sensible to. But Chelsey recommended just getting a bus pass, so I'll probably do that since it will cost about the same.

Chelsey and I tried to get dinner at a pub called the Lamb and Flag last night. It's really old and pretty popular, but they don't serve food. It was the first pub I encountered that didn't when I expected it to. It was strange. So we went to this little pasty/panini/ice cream shop instead and got paninis. The sign about milkshakes had a bunch of bullets with sizes, flavors, etc. One of the bullets said "cold or hot". What could that possibly mean? We didn't ask.