The Mike Haddad Show: This is relevant to my interests.

On the 11th we had to get up and be ready to leave early so we could head to Oxford. Well go figure, it was time for breakfast and I didn't want to get out of bed. It's one of the consequences of staying up late (aren't I the bright one?). Of course, I wasn't packed either. So I had to get down, eat breakfast, get back up to pack, and go down again before the bus left without me.

When I had actually gone down the first time for breakfast, I walked in with a pounding headache, and had Mr. Plumpton ask me if I was hung over. Woah! Not something I had been expecting to wake up to. Not something I was ready to hear from a teacher either. I wasn't hung over. Mike's a good boy! Yeah right. So after eating breakfast, I dragged myself back to my room to pack. I think I'll take this time now to point out that I'm doing all this on three hours of sleep. All the stairs and rooms looked the same at this point. Packing was just as much fun as getting to my room.

My luggage was originally packed by my mom (surprise surprise!) so repacking it was lots of fun. I had to go and get Bridget and Tara to help me repack it. Then I managed to forget my CDs in the hall (I got them back, don't worry). (--I'm not worried, I'm not your mother--) The bus ride to Oxford was fine (and by fine, I mean uneventfull), I got to listen to my CDs and sleep. When we got to Oxford all I did was go on the internet. Go figure, I can't log in to the EluamosNailo.com server. After that I started working on my ISU (and of course, by ISU I mean - I would have been on MSN all day but MSN doesn't work here). After my ISU conference, I had time to go wander around the St. Edward's campus. Man this place is ugly.

It must be just me too. I don't like it at all. The quad of grass in the center is treated like it's a gift from God, when all it really is, is a large patch of half dead 'grass'. amd I said 'grass' because it's more like astroturf (--good point--). It's not comfortable to sit on (you're not even allowed to walk on it during the year), and you can't put a blanket down. The buildings are all ugly red brick. Now I have a weird taste in everything. I like the old medieval fantasy/architecture, and the futuristic architecture. So I'l lread fantasy novels, and I'll play fantasy games (no, not Dungeons & Dragons - no one would ever play with me *tear*). I'll also play games like James Bond and Perfect Dark (it's a game based a few years ahead of now, almost identical to James Bond, but with a female main character [for Mr. Cathcart]). My favourite is final fantasy, with the combination of magic and technology.

Oxford itself is boring too. I ended up going to sleep early. It's a good thing, because there were apparently two guys who tried to stay in the girls dorm after curfew. I was feeling really really really guilty today (Saturday), so I made it better by spending money. I went into down with Cynthia, Lily, Sara, Monica and K-Dawg,and bought two sweaters, sweatpants and a teddy bear for Marta. That was something I wasn't ready for, spending this much time without her. James and Courtney are going out and they came together. I guess there's always next year, maybe I can take history. Or just go on a cruise.

Today I reached the paramount of stupidity in humankind! I was trying to talk to Steve out the window, so I climbed up on the ledge. Now, two things happened. I didn't realise that: One - there was a stringed looped near the window. Two - my head ended up through it. So when I went to jump down, I slipped and managed to flip, almost strangle myself, almost snap my neck three times (Eric counted) and smash my jaw on the ground. So if anyone sees marks on my neck, that's why, I don't feel like explaining it.

Now I think I've written enough, so I think I'll summarise:

• Oxford is boring.
• Oxford is ugly.
• My neck hurts.
• But the food is better than in London, so it's all good right?

Thanks!
Mike.

Response Mark:80%
Comments:I can't believe your story of the window and the string. But, I know it happened. Keep this so you can tell you're kids about it years from now.