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Hey, y'all. Wuzzup. Been a while. Last time I wrote was, um. Actually I don't remember. I think it was Thursday? We'll go with that. So its Monday now and a lot has happened. Unfortunately tonight I've also had my first taste of Irish Coffee. Yummy, a good time, but I'm a little tipsy and a little nauseous so this post may be un peu petite, as they say across the channel. Went to Oxford today and then Blenheim palace afterwards. Brought back a lot of great memories. I love Oxford; it may be one of my favorite places on earth. It's just so old! You touch the stone and you know that so many really smart incredible people have touched it before you. There's a holiness there that puts learning on the same awe inspiring level as holy relics, cathedrals, etc. But its also casual at the same time. Slow moving. Free thinking. Theres an old scholar walking next to some raggedy, style confused hippy riding a bike and wearing two toned pants. God, that was an ugly hippy. Dirty, dirty commies. I bet he smelled, too. So yeah, I love Oxford. Cheesy as it is to say it has a very peaceful effect on my soul (I did say it was cheesy. But if we don't own up to the cheesy things sometimes then we aren't really being honest, now are we? No we are not!)

Um Blenheim palace was sweet. Go dukes of Marlboro. Specially that first Churchill who won all those battles in the war of Spanish succession. Good job, you kicked Louis' ass. You certainly thought so. I think I now hate tapestries, seriously! They are not that attractive and most of the really good one's you can't even look at for fear of further fading. I guess if we lived in a society where textiles had actual value then maybe my opinion would be different. But as it stands I could run down to the corner and buy a shitty tee shirt that insults both your mother and my intelligence for a few bucks, excuse me, pounds, so screw that. And fuck your mother!

I'm just kidding about your mother, by the way. If you're reading this then odds are I probably know and like your mother, in a completely non sexual way.

So yeah. This weekend was good. Got me a leather jacket for cheap and some sweet, sweet pastries. Terrence's mom took us to Hampton court, which was pretty kewl. They preserved the kitchens and set up a display showing what they would have looked like, which I thought was super cool! Like totally wow ROFL! No it actually was. I was very excited. The mini-church in there was nice too. They had choir music playing and I got to see where Henry VIII sat and contemplated how to justify killing another one of his wives or, you know, completely risking excommunication and forming his own freakin' church. Cool shit like that, yeah? Yeah. Don't fuck with the Henrys or they'll fuck you up. Literally. The boat over there was cool too, for the first hour. The next two and a half were spent between extreme boredom and the crazed hilarity that only comes from being stuck in a small enclosed space with your buddies for too long. Re: good times.

I'm going to bed now. Tired as a mofo. I love whipped cream, but not so much Irish coffee.

Also bartenders. Mmm, bartenders. Only the young one's get the mmm, though.

Cheers.

-H