belated happy birthday, michelle!

i hope your travels east go splendidly.

it's cold here again. after several lovely days, we're back to, well, fucking freezing.

today was matriculation. they made us all wear our funny subfusc (good scrabble word)--cap and gown, dark suit, white shirt, white bow tie--and march through town to please the tourists. then they read at us in latin and now i'm officially an oxford student. little happy dance.

in the exciting news front, i got to meet margaret atwood on tuesday. she's a little woman. but yeah. went to london. got thoroughly freaked out by an exhibit at the tate modern. came home. had nightmares about it. lovely, i tell you. but all in all a good day in london.

i'm headed back monday for our party with the queen and nelson mandela. oh how exciting this will be. i hear the monkey will be in residence at the palace that day, but he prolly won't show up at the party.

i've sorta kinda started seeing this boy named jack. he's a 4th year japanologist undergrad here at chch. and adorable. but he's in london for his mum's 50th birthday party this weekend, so no making out for bubba. sad sad.

i thought there was other stuff to say. hmmm. i'm scared of my supervisor, but i think he likes me.

i need to brush my teeth and return to my reading. all my love to each of you.

mwah!
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