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Viva la Random!
Reading up on graduate school in England, it turns out they have this hellish system of honours. And to get in at Oxford I need an upper second-class degree for English Literature before 1900, and a first class degree for 1900-current. And these honours are not only determined by your grades, but by the quality/ranking of the university you have previously attended. In addition I need three references, warranting my suitability for academic pursuits. Bugger. I need straight A-s, more or less. Haha!
I've also been reading literature, but don't really have the energy to write about it. I've procrastinated Aristotle long enough. I'm skipping a seminar session tomorrow, to go shopping with Kristine. It's been so long, I'm all giddy. My wallet whimpers.
Oh, yes. I jumped earlier, with a whine-glass in my hand. And the laptop in my lap. It smells of an expensive Chablis; so does my clothes and the couch. I've also discovered gewurztraminer wines. They're not what I usually drink, but are divine with spicy food. Norway would be so sad without globalisation, we would still eat traditional food. Blah, potatoes.
I've also been reading literature, but don't really have the energy to write about it. I've procrastinated Aristotle long enough. I'm skipping a seminar session tomorrow, to go shopping with Kristine. It's been so long, I'm all giddy. My wallet whimpers.
Oh, yes. I jumped earlier, with a whine-glass in my hand. And the laptop in my lap. It smells of an expensive Chablis; so does my clothes and the couch. I've also discovered gewurztraminer wines. They're not what I usually drink, but are divine with spicy food. Norway would be so sad without globalisation, we would still eat traditional food. Blah, potatoes.