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Travel Blogs from Oxford
... House. Built in the Jacobean style in 1612 by a wealthy wool merchant, Walter Jones, from Wales. By the mid 1600's the price of wool dropped and they lost most of their money, then they backed the Royalists during the Civil War and never recovered, Still they kept the house until 1991 but were unable to make many changes. As a result nearly everything in it is the "real" thing. There is ...
... Anissa A. Though it sucks (bein’ real) to say another goodbye to another person I love, I am looking forward to the perfectly timed musical reunion Anissa, Mary, and I planned months ago. And if, for some bizarre reason, that doesn’t work out and my plane is delayed, Anissa is late, and Mary gets lost, I’m still pretty confident it’s going to be one heck of a hello.
All good things and the desire for email/fb updates/messages,
... the other untied shoe and kicking that off too.
I facepalmed the ground, making my sunglasses fly off and then continues to get up and run.
About 8 meters.
Fair to say that was THE most epic entrance I have ever done!! And all infront of strangers too.
I know how to make a wonderful first impression.
Then I met this girl who taught me some new hoop, and I bummed ...
... I doubt they'd enjoy it, but they could do it! I got really lucky in the people I was able to work with this summer.
After lunch Natalie and I wandered around Turl Street and the covered market looking for a Prince Harry mask for Larry. We wanted to give him something to remember our silly night with the Prince Harry girl in the window who scared us. We did finally find one in the covered market, and I wrote him a little note on the back of the ...
... but there is something highly important yet utterly embarrassing to share, so we slip into a secret conversation consisting of various hand gestures and Jibberish. I'm moody, she plays 'Blurred Lines'. She's sad, we spoon. And if you know me that's something I can't do with just anybody.
Part of me wonders if this is me coming out but I can assure you. It isn't. It was four months of concentrated Emilitty and it was quite ...