I call it nearly Christmas time! I’m so excited for Christmas, namely the whole christmas season, most importantly the run-up. I’ll be leaving my little slightly chilly student room at university in England’s capital to a warm homely family-filled house in my home city, where we have a fireplace ready to be a-lit and where my parents have already decorated with christmas spirit in preparation. I can’t wait!
I’m a little out of practise in blogging, as I have started the usual blogger habit of getting seriously involved in offline life as soon as term time comes around. No matter, because I suppose life needs some attention too! (Oh my gosh, no apology!). I’m hoping when the holidays begin, I’ll give ol’ Demented Squirrel (who- I’ve worked out out- is [highlight]over 5 years old[/highlight] now!) another update, but I thought I’d use my spare time this afternoon to fill you in on some details of my offline life, if you’ll be willing to hear them amongst your own busy schedules.
For a student price (I have to think about these things now *sadface*), I got a single lonesome ticket to two plays. I go alone because nobody else I know likes plays, which is one thing I didn’t expect of students in London, but alas, I’m happy to enjoy these comforts on my own! I went to see 3 Winters, at the National Theatre, which was a little slow in general, but from not being very knowledgable, I learnt a bit about Croatian history which was interesting. Then, just last night, I saw Great Britain at the Royal Haymarket which, although I found the acting disappointing, was a very cheeky satirical account of the phone hacking scandal touching on some of the attitudes of the tabloid journalists involved and the web of corruption that was tied around it. I still love the whole interior of theatres; the architecture is so elaborate and decorative (particularly in the Royal), you feel so cosy and in luxury when you sit for just two hours in one of them.
A couple of weekends ago, I met up with a friend I hadn’t seen in 14 years. It seems like almost too long to be worth caring for, but I was keen to see him because we had been so close when we were very young, I had such a curiosity about who he would have become. So I met him, and we spent half a day going to cafes, Liberty London (which is a shop I’m extremely fond of) and the National gallery. He turned out to be very nice; I like him! I feel like he could be someone I could be friends with now, so I only hope that he didn’t mind me so much either. On a side note, I saw Van Gogh’s sunflower in the National gallery, which was pretty extraordinary; I remember having to paint our own version in primary school- when I was fully developing my inability to draw anything.
As it seems it’s becoming a scene to sign off with a film note, I recommend that you watch [highlight]House M.D[/highlight], the american series based on Sherlock Holmes about a genius diagnostic medic with a much deeper underlying story than I could ever explain here. I’ve watched 7 seasons in about 6 weeks- 24 episodes per season- you could not imagine how impressed and disgusted with myself I am! What was I supposed to be doing? Aren’t I supposed to be doing a degree or something?