An update of the general sort.

So as I sit here and miserably wait YET AGAIN for this video to upload (y'all better think this video is AMAZING), I thought to myself . . .

Kristin, don't abandon your blog just because the internet hates you. It's not your fault. It's not their fault. It's the internet's fault. Blame the internet. Kill the internet . . .

So, I shall not let blogger.com's lack of video-upload skillz prevent you from hearing epic London stories. That would be foolish.

We have a beautiful flat. And a Tescos 'round the corner. And an abundance of cheap wine at said Tescos. Our first night in the flat was spent drinking and eating chocolate. We've also recently started watching The Tudors, and my deep love of Jonathan Rhys Meyers has been rekindled. I keep taunting Anne Boyeln every tim she comes on the screen cause that bitch is gonna get her head cut off. Clearly the semester bodes well.

Classes are great thusfar. I'm taking a British Art & Architecture course, which is a MAJOR throwback to Newton's Western Civ in high school. I was able to completely follow the first lecture, unlike some of my classmates, which made me feel like perhaps I was concious in western civ more of often then I thought.

Interrelationship is . . . well, you know. Interrelationships is the nine credit monster (or "theatre core" at ICLC, and it's just wonderful. I've made it through two lectures, one walking tour, a show and an author's platform and I'm just so excited to be here and studying theatre and seeing theatre and dear God, it's wonderful.

We saw War Horse on Wednesday. It was stunning. Epic and beautiful and really mind-blowing puppetry. So much goodness. And no, I didn't cry, Unlike some people I know (I'm thinking of one dark-haired stage manager who came to London in the fall of '07 . . .). A bunch of us had good cries and ran into the lead in the tube station. I belong to neither of those bunches.

My internship interview went really well. I'm not quite ready to talk about working at the Finborough yet because I don't want to jinx it, but I'm extremely excited. I start work on Tuesday.

I've been seeing a lot (but not enough) of Becca. Which is amazing. And totally nessecary. And needs to happen more often. Madeline, however, has been eluding me. Cause she's a trollop. Ah well.

This morning I missed out on the National Portrait Gallery because my laundry took 2 HOURS in the wash. Obscene? Yes. I think I did something wrong. So instead I made some lunch, watched the news, and went to the library to check out Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. I'm a very happy camper. I'm planning on doing the National Portrait Gallery on Mondoy because I don't have class. That's probably for the best anyway, as I take HOURS in museums. I'm really quite annoying when it comes to galleries. I just stare and stare and stare forever at one piece. It can take me 3 hours to get through one mid-sized exhibition. I think it's best to go alone so I don't piss people off. At least in this instance, as I am dying to go to this museum.

Melancholy musings or reflective narratives with a slight overcast should be done on a much grayer day. No deep thoughts from me for this entry, I'm afraid.

Tonight I'm seeing The Woman In Black on Keeley's suggestion. I'm going to want to kill her later. I don't do scary. Katie told me to man up. Therefore, I am going and sitting next to Katie so I can piss her off throughout the whole thing. She has no idea what I'm capable of. Seriously people, I'm going to piss myself. I don't do scary.




. . . and this internet continues to fail epically. Big surprise. I'll keep trying. Don't worry.