Students, Townies, and Oxford

The Purple Turtle has come to represent so many great things in my life here now. It's the Oxford Union's club, and it's not bad. Now, I must issue a disclaimer here: British people can't dance, and that kind of detracts from the club atmosphere. Also, British people don't really know, due to the fact that they don't know how to dance, what kind of music should be played to be danced to. Therefore, we end up with a bunch of people swaying slowly to "Eye of the Tiger". Yeah. that wasn't even close to the worst dancing song they played. Also! British people like to ruin American songs, apparently. I don't know how many chipmunked versions of good songs I heard tonight, but it wasn't cool at all.

Aside from all this, our trip is finally reaching the most interesting point. People are now getting tired of each other! I know that for normal people this might not sound so cool, but for me, it's great. At the beginning of any new situation where a bunch of people are thrown helter-skelter into a new place, everyone tries to get along. Everyone makes friends, and everyone likes each other for a while(kinda, exceptions are always made). But now we're finally onto the point where people aren't "new" anymore, and therefore less interesting, and therefore cut less slack. Now we've been friends for a while, and nerves are grinding, and anger is flying. this might sound uncool, but I absolutely thrive in this kind of situation. I'd never be able to explain it completely, but I love this kind of drama; there's nothing greater.

In other news, we toured Kelmscott Manor on Friday. This is the Manor that William Morris and his family owned for many a year, whiched contained a lot of great art and architecture. Rosetti also housed here for a while, who apparently had quite a number of flings with Mrs. Morris while William was off to Iceland and such places, though our tour guide failed to mention this to us.

Thursday we toured Oxford with a focus on Shakespeare, and saw, among other things, the fountain where his (probable) illigitimate son was christened. We also saw a room in which he oftened stayed in his travels, and two courtyards where early productions of Hamlet and Othello would have been performed, on of which still contained the original pub which was still in service.

Wednesday, as I mentioned before, we headed to The Globe to see Shakespeare's As You Like It. It was great, even when it was raining. Surprisingly, the entire play ended with a big rendition of the closing dance from Slumdog Millionaire, which I apparently really need to see now. The play was cool too.

Uhmmm...I'm going to bed. We have tea tomorrow with the Warners, who I should devote an entire post to at some point. I'm going to need to look sharp. Beauty rest!