I think it's almost time for me to come home. I woke up at least 3 times Saturday night thinking I was at home. As I rolled around in bed until 10 am only half-concious, I thought, "I have the whole day free. Maybe I'll go to the gym (24 Hour Fitness). Ya, I'll go to the gym. Good plan." Then I came to my senses and realized where I was and that there is sadly no 24 over here, and the campus gym is closed for winter break. Lame. All this English food is starting to take a toll on my figure! The day after Christmas is always a bad time to reevaluate your fitness level though. Honestly, it's a bit cruel. I'll get down to business when I get home. 24, here I come! (In 2 weeks...)
A number of the tube lines were down yesterday because of a strike, so I stayed in all day. The morning slipped by as I ate, chugged a bunch of tea from my lovely Viennese teapot, and sat at the computer. I managed to make some progress on my homework, but I couldn't really get into the zone. If I were at home, I would have gone to the gym to calm down and work out my restlessness, but that wasn't an option. I worked on and listened to music instead. Sarah, Kim, and I had leftovers for lunch in the kitchen, and then we finished White Christmas. It was a lazy day, and I had trouble falling asleep because of a general lack of physical exertion.
Today, I made up for yesterday's laziness. I was up at 8, and was working on homework by 10:30. Thankfully, I managed to get a good amount done in the next 4 hours or so, but there's still so much to do! Lately, I have found that I focus better on composing literary papers if I'm listening to music while doing it. That has never been the case in the past; I've always needed silence. Over here, my brain somehow works better when I'm listening to The Script or some other mediocre (in a good way) band that's interesting enough to not be boring but that's not too wacky to be distracting. Needtobreathe and Thriving Ivory helped me out a bit too. A little after 2, I laid the homework aside to hit the town with Kim.
The tube ride into town seems to be getting longer and longer as the weeks go by. Slowly, we made our way to theatre central and did some research on what was cheapest. Wicked was our first choice of the night, but the cheapest tickets were 65 pounds = NO THANKS. Instead, we settled on Beauty and the Beast at the National Theatre, and Sarah joined us later for that. 5 pound tickets = SCORE (even though we had to stand half the time). Before the show, Kim and I spent some time in Camden Town falling in love with everything about it. Do you ever go into shopping shock when you see so many things you want but you end up buying nothing? That's what happened, plus we didn't have much time to load up on stuff because we had to make it to the theater which is on the other side of town. We grabbed ourselves some take away calzones and headed for the tube.
Like I said, we managed to score 5 pound tickets to Beauty and the Beast which was quite different from the Disney version, but it was absolutely fantastic! The National Theatre must have a number of mini theaters inside of it, because ours was very cozy, in a good way but the overall building is huge. There were tons of kids there with their parents, and it was so cute to hear them all responding to questions from the actors during the play and to see them eating ice cream that their parents had bought them at the interval (intermission). The girl who played Beauty (not called Belle) looked like Meryl Streep - totally cool - and she was a great actress too. The beast was more of a rat than a lion figure, and there were lots of other idiosyncratic elements of the play that made it very enjoyable and original. After the show, Sarah, Kim, and I headed back to campus on the long tube ride, stopped off at Tesco for some groceries, and then had some leftover apple pie and ice cream. Now, I'm full, happy, and sleepy. Goodnight!
Prayer Request of the Day: That my last week and a half would be everything it is supposed to be and that I would tie up all the loose ends.
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