Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Some random thoughts...

Just some things that have been on my mind lately. None too profound.

-Is it odd that out of the seven people I'm in contact with about various volunteering, two are named Wendy and two are named Vanessa?

-If a package leaves the Oxford Depot for delivery at 4:51 am, why does it not arrive at my house until 2:06 pm?

-Is it really necessary to take four hours to wash and dry a small load of laundry? I feel that there should be a quicker method. Or the dryer should just work better. Or the temperature should rise about fifty degrees so that I can just dry everything outside instead of on all the chairs in my house.

-Why do people assume that if you work at a museum, you are clearly deaf and therefore can't hear are the things that they snipe about right in front of you?

-Why can every single British person sound uber cute saying "cheers" and I just sound like a moron when I do?

-How is it possible that flying from London to Dublin is cheaper than a train from Oxford to London?

-It's not acceptable to badly dub British people talking over the Walt Disney World commercial and try and make it legitimate by just showing the computer screen the entire time the parents are talking.

-What's creepier? The Geico Gecko or the Compare the Market Meerkat? Answer: a tie. Both equally creepy.

-And even creepier? The terrible man who sings all these stupid little songs in adverts for some cell phone provider. He just needs to stop and go back to his day job. Or jump off a bridge or something.

-You might think that a black and white documentary about the Great Train Robbery is boring but in fact, is incredibly interesting. And I'm being totally serious here! Great way to spend thirty minutes while waiting for the aforementioned package (which was not even for me) to arrive.

-Pickle and cheese sandwiches. Enough said. Oh wait, ew. OK, now enough said.

-Why do footballers and their managers think we can't read their lips when they swear at each other? (Sir Alex, I'm talking to you- we all know what you said to Jonny Evans)

-It's nice that when you press the button to cross a street as a pedestrian, it immediately turns the light red for the cars. This is a nice city to be a pedestrian in.

-How come when you are traveling, you always see people that look exactly like your friends and acquaintances back home? Subconscious missing?

-Ben's cookies are incredible. But in small doses.

-I wish that I could make cakes like they do on all the competition shows on the Food Network. And who can watch Iron Chef American without laughing at the over-the-top Asian man? I sure can't.

-When I just sent a message over facebook, the "real person" verification words I had to type in were "over" and "redcoats". Ironic? Hmmmm

-British three-year old sound more intelligent than American three-year olds. And that's a fact.

-There is possibly no better feeling than to walk through puddles while wearing knee high orange, yellow, red and gray argyle socks covered by white polka-dotted red wellies.

-It would be nice if Michael Owen played football on the football pitch that is right outside my bedroom window. Then I could watch him from the warmth of my house.

-Is it considered stalking if you want to follow a weird person you see on the street just because you're curious as to what he's going to do next?

-Do people in England own mirrors? Sometimes I feel like they don't, which apparently justifies going on in unacceptable outfits.

-What do tigers dream of when they take a little tiger snooze?

-Going to the shops sounds much nicer than going to the grocery store or to a mall.

-Why can't fruit be cheaper over here?

And finally.... for now.... according to an advert here, drinking a couple of pints in a pub leaves you at greater risk for various diseases, among which include mouth cancer. Is that because you are more likely to smoke when you drink or can you really get mouth cancer from drinking? Thoughts? Just don't watch the scary commercial about it- it's creepy.

Thank you for listening.

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