The view from my window. Not the most picturesque or anything, but it's definitely the highest room I've ever lived in by a lot and it's cool to see a skyline. So I'm back in the U.K.! Woo! It is no warmer or sunnier here than it was in Holland, people still have funny accents and I still don't know what all the fuss is about football. However, it is a change of scenery and it gets me off my lazy bum to actually do something useful and productive with myself. Like acting. Because that is a useful and productive use of my time.
I have moved into a room at Nido London, this student housing complex right by King's Cross station. The area is not particularly nice, not particularly not-nice, and in general pretty nondescript. There is a Pret a Manger. There is a McDonald's. There are two train stations. That's pretty much it. But the building is really cool, if only because it's brand new and has all kinds of fancy amenities, like a cafe and a fitness center. Which I will totally use. No really, I swear.
I have a roommate, Amanda, and we have already discovered that we have things in common. Like friends on Facebook and Shakespeare. Okay, that's all I got right now but I'll keep you posted.
I realized as I was getting on the plane in Amsterdam that I have put exactly zero amount of thought or preparation into coming to LAMDA. It was just sort of something I was doing in between other things. So I figured maybe I should do some reading up on what I would be doing here. In shuffling through the papers I had stuffed in my bag, I was reminded that I would be learning Alexander Technique, Historical Dancing, and, of course, would be required to bring a Complete Works of Shakespeare with me to class.
Hold on, what?
I guess I should have realized that if I was going to attend a four-week Shakespeare workshop, I might have to bring some works of Shakespeare with me. I guess I was a little distracted by all the medieval manuscript smelling. So it's a Sunday afternoon and I have not brought the one thing I was supposed to bring with me. And everything here is double the price it would be in the States because of the fucking dollar. "What am I gonna do?" I thought.
Enter: the most GHETTO-TASTIC COMPLETE WORKS OF SHAKESPEARE EVER.
My financial angst was solved on the second floor of the Gower Street Waterstone's when I came across this bad boy. £5.99. It even has a picture of Shakespeare on the cover. Oh wait, that's not a picture of Shakespeare I've ever seen before. I don't think that is Shakespeare. I think that's the guy who wrote some other play. DEAR GOD IT'S STEPHEN GREENBLATT!
Okay, it's not, but wouldn't that be funny? Seriously, where is this portrait from? Well, apparently this version is based on the "highly regarded Shakespeare Head Press edition," so they must know what an authentic Shakespeare portrait looks like, right...?
Alright, I'm going on too much about my cheap-ass Shakespeare. Whatevs. It was cheap. I am awesome. That is not Shakespeare on the cover. Finis.
Tomorrow's first day of classes, so I'm sure there will be lots to report. More to come soon!
Exit, pursued by a bear. Wearing high heels. (This should be the way it is performed anyway.)
I have moved into a room at Nido London, this student housing complex right by King's Cross station. The area is not particularly nice, not particularly not-nice, and in general pretty nondescript. There is a Pret a Manger. There is a McDonald's. There are two train stations. That's pretty much it. But the building is really cool, if only because it's brand new and has all kinds of fancy amenities, like a cafe and a fitness center. Which I will totally use. No really, I swear.
I have a roommate, Amanda, and we have already discovered that we have things in common. Like friends on Facebook and Shakespeare. Okay, that's all I got right now but I'll keep you posted.
I realized as I was getting on the plane in Amsterdam that I have put exactly zero amount of thought or preparation into coming to LAMDA. It was just sort of something I was doing in between other things. So I figured maybe I should do some reading up on what I would be doing here. In shuffling through the papers I had stuffed in my bag, I was reminded that I would be learning Alexander Technique, Historical Dancing, and, of course, would be required to bring a Complete Works of Shakespeare with me to class.
Hold on, what?
I guess I should have realized that if I was going to attend a four-week Shakespeare workshop, I might have to bring some works of Shakespeare with me. I guess I was a little distracted by all the medieval manuscript smelling. So it's a Sunday afternoon and I have not brought the one thing I was supposed to bring with me. And everything here is double the price it would be in the States because of the fucking dollar. "What am I gonna do?" I thought.
Enter: the most GHETTO-TASTIC COMPLETE WORKS OF SHAKESPEARE EVER.
My financial angst was solved on the second floor of the Gower Street Waterstone's when I came across this bad boy. £5.99. It even has a picture of Shakespeare on the cover. Oh wait, that's not a picture of Shakespeare I've ever seen before. I don't think that is Shakespeare. I think that's the guy who wrote some other play. DEAR GOD IT'S STEPHEN GREENBLATT!Okay, it's not, but wouldn't that be funny? Seriously, where is this portrait from? Well, apparently this version is based on the "highly regarded Shakespeare Head Press edition," so they must know what an authentic Shakespeare portrait looks like, right...?
Alright, I'm going on too much about my cheap-ass Shakespeare. Whatevs. It was cheap. I am awesome. That is not Shakespeare on the cover. Finis.
Tomorrow's first day of classes, so I'm sure there will be lots to report. More to come soon!
Exit, pursued by a bear. Wearing high heels. (This should be the way it is performed anyway.)
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