@gossip_guy no pressure but I just wanted to say that if you wanted to make a recap of the latest video(s) but are thinking that it's too late — pls pls pls make it lol you could make a recap of a video that came out 8 months ago, and I'd still read every word
Enjoy!
"In Awkswud yeu have weak cereal," Ruby says.
Wait, what? Hold on, let me try turning on subtitles for this shit.
Well, never mind. I don't think YouTube's voice recognition knows what to make of her fake AMMA WATSYON accent. Meanwhile, Ruby's apparently more concerned with the potency of the university's breakfast offerings than anything crazy like, I don't know, maybe reading an actual book.
Apparently it's "week
zero" at Oxford - a week apparently named for the amount of charities Ruby hasn't snatched money from.
Ruby starts her uni journey as she means to go on: By wandering the city in her Oxford cosplay, with lanyard on display, a "PRAT" coffee in hand, borrowed books which she'll never read held under her arm, getting soaked by rain instead of being stored in her (leather) bag. Truly the actions of a JANUINE genius with an abundance of common sense and nothing all to prove.
She means to rub the general public's nose in the fact that she is now an OXFWUD STYOODANT and should be admired and respected. This tactic might have been more effective if she weren't in a small area populated largely with
other Oxford students, all of whom are infinitely smarter than her. So rather than the awe and wonder she expected, people's reactions seem to be: "Who's that fucking moron?" or "Who's that fucking moron who forgot her coat?"
Ruby catches a glimpse of someone wearing that raincoat she's always playing dress-up in, but this still isn't enough of an indication that she should dress appropriately for the weather.
Wait a second...
Is that ghost hunter Zak Bagans?!
He's presumably in Oxford to investigate the sightings of a pale and ghostly elderly child wandering the city streets, wailing for attention in some strange, possibly demonic dialect.
An exhausted, sullen-looking Ruby explains that, after running into some MACHYOOOR STEEYOODENTS, she went to photograph herself in several libraries, which she somehow considers "WAAHRK".
After filming some shots in the "DEWCOMFRIES LOIBREEEE" (aka the Duke Humphries Library) which is, according to Rubes, "whaahr they filmed Harry Pottum", she quickly relocates to
another library entirely for no reason at all other than to give the illusion that she's very busy doing a variety of things.
She claims she read the entirety of 'Blindness & Insight' by Paul de Man and 'Allegory of Love' by C.S. Lewis, but if we didn't already know that Ruby is a pathological liar who loves to pretend she's exceedingly productive when really she does fuck all, well, she's also a moron who doesn't pay attention to what she's filming.
She sits down at 10:20am.
By the time she's patting herself on the back and ready to tick things off her to-do list, it's 10:59am.
She wants people to believe she read 728 pages and took detailed notes in less than 40 minutes.
At least
try to make this shit believable, Ruby.
In reality, she no doubt spent 10 minutes copying random passages from books she skimmed into Notion and 30 minutes scribbling desperate emails to Blakeney to do her homework for her again for old time's sake. She even awkwardly parrots some of what she's just copied in narration as though they were her own thoughts. Oxford isn't going to fall for this shit like she hopes it will.
After getting her fill of filming herself in libraries pretending to study, Ruby's back in her room. She apologises to the audience for the piles of trash and dirty dishes on her tea tray.
Most people would, I don't know,
wash up and throw out the rubbish at this point. Ruby's solution is to - I shit you not - propose just buying an extra tea tray to store even more dirty dishes on.
But in honour of 'zero week', she washes zero dishes, then she's off out again to pretend to study in
another public forum, so the commoners can marvel at her productive ways.
She picks Crosstown donuts, the place that have gifted her boxes of donuts before. Again, this is 'zero week', so there are zero ad disclaimers.
As soon as she's fulfilled her undeclared ad requirement, she quickly packs up and runs to Blackwells to sponsor-beg for more cash opportunities--I mean, meet those MATCHOOR STEEEEYOOOODENT FRANDS she made.
After that, it's time for a spontaneous outfit change on what is JANUINELY the same day and NWOT AT AWLL a different day entirely, HOW DAERRR YEUUU. Ruby's "WAAAHRKING" in yet another new location and she looks absolutely
done. Utterly miserable and with dark bags under her eyes, she looks on the verge of tears for most of this clip.
You can practically see her come to the realisation that she's hopelessly out of her depth. This is someone who has complained in the past that she doesn't like studying in public places and avoided the library at Exeter like the plague for the duration of her time there. Instead, she holed up in her room (and for most of her time, her childhood bedroom) and pretended to do lots of "waaahrk".
Alone in her bedroom is the only way she can be the smartest person in the room. And if she did insist on studying in public, it was in coffee shops and tea rooms, where she'd take up space just to study in a place with no other students, so she could feel special.
But the sole reason she wants to be at Oxford is to be seen as an Oxford student, which means she's going to have to film herself incessantly in the various VARRY DARK MACADAMIA libraries to get her aesthetic mileage out of this ego trip. And those libraries are always going to be filled with other students who are much smarter and more productive with less effort than her, so naturally, she looks absolutely miserable every moment she's there.
Another outfit change out of nowhere and Ruby's popping to "AMANASS", or
M&S to everyone else. She's there to buy a VARRY VEGAN dinner, which she will enjoy while studiously watching a roundtable discussion on "decolonising bibliography" and HONNASTLEEE didn't spend the rest of whatever night this is just ringing mummy to beg her parents to come take her home.
It's "CHEESEDAY" and Ruby's very excited because there's a coffee meet-up with people from her strand at 1pm and her afternoon-long course induction is at "tyoo". Before that, she's apparently going to get lots of "waaaaaahhhhrrk" done, but is planning to do it all in several different libraries for no reason whatsoever other than, again, the illusion of living a very busy, productive and varied life that's VARRY DARKLY ACADAMMICUL.
She leads us to believe she's there for a while, but realistically she's there for 20 minutes of skim-reading and copying random passages for the sake of some VARRY PRODOCKTIVE footage.
Then it's time for a change of scenery for another session of morosely and mindlessly copying shit into Notion.
She's knocked her clock over, but you can see the position of the hands clearly in time-lapse: It's 12:25pm.
She's decided to have LONCH in the dining hall, to get footage of herself in as many Harry Potter-esque locations as she can to get her money's worth from Oxford. She's also probably worked up an appetite from having not eaten a full meal since 2019.
She's apparently so concerned by the possibility of intruding on people's privacy by filming them without their permission (or the university's) that she decided to blur one person's face and most of one wall for some reason. All the other people and walls are shit outta luck, I guess.
Ruby excitedly chirps that she "COULD NWOT GAT OVER...the ARCHITACKTURE of this ryoom" and is also amazed that this is her "dining hw--"
Ruby has no time to finish her sentence or pay attention to what she's editing, not when there's books that she'll never read to pick up and libraries to be filmed in! She says she rushed from LONCH to another loiyyybeeeee before her induction. Naturally, she only reaches for the books on high shelves because she's such a precocious child.
According to the library tablet thing, it's 1:28pm, so Ruby must've missed that coffee meet-up at 1 or forgot what she was pretending happened on this "day", because it's not mentioned again.
Then she's off to her induction, but she mentions that she didn't film any of that because "it didn't feel right to film".
Almost everyone eating lunch = Okay to film.

People trying to study in peace = Okay to film.

Induction sessions = NOT OKAY TO FILM.

Sarah McRando eating her dauphinoise potatoes = NOT OKAY TO FILM.

1/3rd of the far wall in the Oxford University dining hall = NOT OKAY TO FILM.
Oxford has some weirdly specific rules about filming, I guess.
Nothing of consequence happens on Wednesday and Ruby seems to have tired herself out with her 10 minute trips to every library she could find because she spends most of the day pretending to be productive in her room instead, aside from a trip to the FRASHERS FAAHR which goes largely unfilmed.
She does, however, briefly interact with some of the other people in her dorm, which is nice to see. But I wonder how quickly the rest of the students there get sick of having to manoeuvre around Ruby as she turns everywhere she feels like into a set for her videos without permission.
Thursday rolls around, it's allegedly SIX THARRTY and Ruby is in the process of losing her damn mind. She swishes some water around her mouth, swallows it, then it's off to STODDY.
Ruby's feeling very pleased with herself because she thinks she's solved that pesky 'filming in public study spaces' problem she's been having, where she's surrounded by other students there to actually study, who put her to shame and ruin her "big fish in a small pond" fantasies. Ruby's decided she's just going to wake up before they so so she can film herself studying alone and make everyone else look lazy.
But mere moments after she's smugly congratulated herself for waking up before everyone else, other students start appearing.
At home in her room, she could fake the time quite easily (although she never hid her tracks well). Want to pretend you woke up at 4am? Just film 20 minutes of footage at 9pm and lie.
But one of the major downsides about her being at Oxford is that if she wants to pretend she's studying in public earlier than everyone else, she'll have to actually wake up early. And she still won't win. People are going to be up at dawn or on the tail-end of all-nighters all over the place. So it's no shock that Ruby looks miserable and completely exhausted (again) to boot.
She films herself for a couple more minutes then gives up and retreats to her room.
"I'm really enjoying these short stories," she says, thoroughly unconvincingly, as she starts to drift into a thousand-yard stare of utter despair.
But she didn't waste £30,000 just to sit in her room, she did it to be seen pretending to study in public as an official OXFWUD STEEEYOOOODONT, so she's off to PRAT again. She blurs faces at complete random, looks miserable (unsurprising, since she bumps into the problem of there being other students there to study again) and doesn't appear to get much of anything done.
Back in her room, Ruby does some content training (but apparently has not learned about getting people's consent to be filmed and used as unpaid extras in B-roll footage to be reuses for the next few years).
"Oi've johsst had a WON-DERFOL catch-opp cwall with Timmy, hyoo oiy WAAHRK WITH on PONKIN PODDUCTIVITEEE. He's HONNASSTLEEE AMAZING andddddd...oiy cyud NOT RON the comm-panny without him."
Spoilers: Ruby doesn't run the company at all.
That consent training seems to have worked wonders, since Ruby goes to eat lunch in the dining hall again for the Harry Potter vibes and just films everyone trying to mind their own business and eat in peace without getting their permission or blurring a single face.
Then it's off to film in another library without the permission of the university or any of the students she films. Ruby drones on about how JANUINELY ACKSQUISITE this building is and how she spent every moment awestruck and unable to believe that she's really able to study there. Meanwhile, she spends every second of footage there looking completely unimpressed and utterly morose.
The only brief crack in her miserable exterior comes when someone apparently approaches to say something. She responds with a forced, thankful smile and then goes right back to looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. Was this a fawning fan or someone kindly offering to escort Ruby back to the nearest nursing home? Who knows!
Ruby claims she read an entire book and did many, many other tasks, but she doesn't want to bore us with the (fictional) details.
She shows off a to-do list. Apparently Molly didn't learn what a toxic fuckwit Ruby is the first time she got rid of her and has opted back in for more of her bullshit.