we had a guest lecturer in class today, Roger Bowdler, an architectural historian from English Culture. i had a ginormous crush on him. there was a ring on that special finger of his but I'm pretty determined. he had that charming British sense of humor coupled with extreme knowledge of London's history. the perfect mate. he left without me confessing my love for him but DON'T WORRY: he'll be back. thrice more, in fact. i'll keep you posted on the blossoming relationship. we wrapped up discussion on The Secret Agent and then headed out for lunch.
After lunch we traveled to some art gallery in a place I can't recall. I found it extremely boring and I'm fairly sure I was in a semi-comatose state the entire time. it was about female artist's re-expressions of maps? or something? i thought it kinda sucked. i do not care to report further on the matter.
we then were left with 4 hours of "free time" which on my high school trip would have meant drink absinthe and TBC it up but instead we were way more grown up and went to the Southbank early. we were meeting there at 7:15 to see a play at the National Theater.
so we arrived around 3:30, and versed around looking at an open book fair, going into a barnes n nobley store where I read about 7 children's picture books (my favorite was Dogs Don't Do Ballet). we then decided that we were quite famished and decided to get dinner early. we ate at "Wagamama's" a japanese food restaurant where I got veggie dumplings and sticky rice and requested that a delectable-looking sauce from another dish, the "coconut and lime curry sauce" be represented on my plate. The sauce arrived in a soup bowl that could serve 5 hungry men. but it was exxxcellent. we then got ice cream that tasted like thick whipped cream (and has this little stick of chocolateyness called a "flake" and which I had to give up due to my chocoholic STEPS program). the quasi whipped cream was promptly given to my friend Kayla because it was starting to make me feel sick. for the next 2 hours we people watched from a bench. we pretty much hated on anyone who wasn't beautiful or wearing white soccer shorts. no one was safe. unwarranted discrimination is the bestest, ain't it?
after the hate fest we made our way over to the show which consisted of 3 1-hour long acts (aka long as SHIT) but it was superb. it was about this wealthy couple and their acquaintances living in London in the 1930s. they lived this extravagant lifestyle and drank themselves silly simply to avoid being considered "a bore" to one another but actually were sort of faking it all, pretending it was how they wanted to live when actually it didn't work for anyone. their life is uprooted by this totally annoying control freak named Helen who fucked literally everything up. i hated her. the lead guy in it was in Atonement and The Other Boleyn Girl! Woah so famous! he was excellent. good good stuff.
we then came home on the Tube where we passed a rather handsome young gentleman dressed in a suit vomiting into the wall of the Baker Street station and then were approached by a man who introduced himself as "a psychoanalyst who had just been robbed and needed money or a place to stay," asking us "if we were permanent residents of Regent's College. my answer was "yes we live here, no were not here permanently" and AHHHHHHHHHHHH!! psychoanalyst my arse. he was just psycho. very scary. i reported him to our program admins and the front desk who then reported him to the park police. not feeling the crazy.
SHOUTOUT to my Woodson Glax girls who are heading to the Virginia State Championships! I wish I could be there. TWB :)
i would also like to say that I miss my nooter very very much and I cannot wait to make her go see Sex and the City 2 with me upon my return.
it's time for bed over here. much love! CK
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