Ruby's "FAARST DAY" at Oxford was quite clearly stitched together from at least two days of footage and full of her usual never-actually-happened, off-screen, time-filling tasks. Starting as she means to go on, I guess. Pret (sorry, "PRAT") visits are the new outfit changes as Ruby makes what feels like 95 visits in one "day".
Not shocking at all, but what a profoundly dull vlog considering she's in a brand new city with a world of things to do and show on camera. Ruby stares at screens. Ruby poses with more books she'll never read. Ruby puts herself on display in public places so she has an audience to witness her "stoddying" (i.e. getting ChatGPT to summarise essays for her). Ruby grimaces for the camera doing a thoroughly unconvincing job of pretending she's SYO ACKSOYTED to be away from mummy for this grand, performative adventure in time wastage.
She says she's going to compile a list of books to take from the library, but shows herself looking up where each book is kept, then checking on Google Images what each library looks like before going.
It absolutely looks like she's just window-shopping for "asstattick" locations to be seen and filmed standing in, and no doubt any books kept in a modern space or somewhere that wasn't darkly academical enough was crossed off the reading list.
She then shows a bizarre room inventory she's keeping. It's divided into sections, including what's on her window seat. She starts adding the list of library books she's planning on borrowing to her room inventory before she's even taken them out, for some strange reason. It's baffling, but only adds to the already-cemented idea that Ruby has no interest in reading a damn thing. Those books are decorations and nothing more.
Temporal anomalies follow Ruby wherever she goes. She claims that after writing a VARRY INTALLIJANT and NWOT AT AWLLL PRETANTIOUS postcard to nobody, she searched the basement stacks of the Gladstone Link for a book, got distracted by other books to try (OFFCWOARSE) and browsed through them all. She moans that she's heard "horror stories" about this area and moans about how creepy it is. It looks like most academic libraries, but Ruby was naturally just disappointed that it didn't look like the Hogwarts library.
She is, unsurprisingly, only interested in books on the top shelf, because reaching for books in high places is her favourite visual representation of her being a TWALVE YAHHR OWLLD child genius in a world full of adult bullies.
After browsing books, she says she then went back upstairs to read an entire "COLLACKSHON OF ASSAYS" - 'Allegory & Violence', 189 pages in total - with time spent setting up cameras in between. Then, after returning the books, it's time to walk back into Oxford town centre to get "SYEESHEE" for "LONCH". Ruby remarks that this was a VARRY LATE LONCH. She's apparently feeling victimised by people pointing out all her lies and time inconsistencies, because she's tried to avoid saying a specific time and decided to give herself a little leeway with this one.
"Oiy think it was loiyke, threeee or fwore o'clock?" she says, audibly squinting through her lies. And since she didn't say what time it was when she started all this
tit, she probably assumed it'd be hard to put a time window on how long it took to do all this, only that she appeared to do a lot in a little.
Only she forgot to check the footage again, so...
It's 2:25pm when Ruby gets started, and she wants people to believe she got settled, set up a camera for filming, wrote a postcard, browsed the library stacks and filmed multiple angles of it, skim-read a few books, went upstairs, read an entire 189 page essay collection, then packed up, walked into town for lunch, all in 30-90 minutes. Even at the top end, it's utter bullshit. No chance she read that book. She skimmed a few pages for the camera, got a few shots in the library, then bailed.
"Theee ARCHITCKTURE in this building is josst ACKSQUISITE. The ceiling, as you can probably tell in this clip," Ruby says, not showing the ceiling in the clip, "is koind of a baroque stoiyle? It was actually...
SPILT in the mid-eighteenth century?"
Who knew that such wonderful and detailed architectural design could come from just accidentally knocking over buckets of cement on your ceiling? What wonderful things people learn at Oxford.