Wicked Day

This morning, there was a commotion outside my bedroom door.  Apparently, a bunch of drunk Americans were playing with the fire extinguishers which is very illegal, by the way.  Anyway, apparently Chris got sprayed and he was worried a girl named Emma (??) was going to ruin his electronics.  Partway through their little serious shenanigans, Toby walks out and yells at them to shut up because it's one in the morning and people are trying to sleep.  Go Toby!  And they did shut up eventually.  But when I walked in the hall this morning, there was strange foam stuff all over the floor.  Had to dance around it to get to the toilet, then the shower, then the kitchen.  Ugh.

I have two boxes of tea in my cupboard in the dorm.  Except, I don't drink tea in the dorm.  I only have two cups (three if I can find the other -- the forth one broke sometime last week) and I don't do my dishes that often if they're just sitting in my room.  Because I never remember to carry them to the kitchen whenever I go.  And it's such a chore to go all the way back to get them.  Anyway, the tea.  So I brought the tea to Black Dog because I drink about three cups a day over there.  And guess what?  I drank about three cups of tea.  So I'll be taking my other box of tea over there and adequately finishing what I bought.  I know how to work around myself.

Also at work, there was a conversation about an exhibition at the Tate Modern that I actually understood.  I normally don't know what they're talking about when it comes to art galleries.  I'm pretty proud of myself.

Tom asked if there was iced bread in America.  I asked if it was like a glazed donut.  He said no and sent me a picture from Google.  It's just a piece of bread with frosting on it.  I said no, we don't have that.  But we have icing for zucchini bread!  Not the same thing.  By the way, here's the list of emails of artists you wanted.

The back room on the ground floor is getting repainted because we're between art exhibitions on the ground floor at the moment.  I wasn't really recruited for painting, but I did volunteer myself.  It was that or research books on Amazon.  And while I do look at books on Amazon on a regular basis, I'd rather be painting.  Dude.  It's painting at work!  How often do you do that?  So I lined some places and helped draw a line and smothered a white wall with black paint.  And then I got a paint tray the cleanest its ever been.  Yes.  While painting, I told Marianne that it reminded me of my days backstage in high school when we had to paint sets.  She asked about my high school tech theater plays I was in, and when I mentioned our budget was cut she said that her art program at her Uni was cut.  She studied art in Uni.  (Uni = university = college)  Apparently their gallery spaces were taken away and given to fashion, because money is made in fashion, not art.

Took the bus back home.  When I got to my stop, I realized that I didn't have enough time to eat dinner in my kitchen before the play started.  So I just switched buses and figured I'd get something before the show at Victoria Station.  Stopped to get a sandwich at Pret a Manger.  Can't remember what was in it, but it was good.  The sauce was the strange thing.  I don't know what kind of sauce that was, but it was the holiday sandwich and it was good.  Anyway, ate my sandwich while I read an article about Emma Watson in the Stylist, which is a free magazine here in London.

Got my ticket for Wicked.  It would have been a really awesome seat if it weren't for the head in my view.  Grr.  I know it's odd of me, but I like Royal Circle seating instead of the Stalls because you can actually SEE the show instead of looking around people's heads constantly.  I prefer to sit back and relax, thank you.

But it's Wicked and I've seen it before and I thought it was weird they had British accents at first but I got used to it.  Boc had a Scottish accent.  I thought it suited the role perfectly.  Wicked joke for the day: during the scene where Elphaba returns to free the monkeys, Fiyero comes and holds the Wizard down so she can get away, and then Glinda shows up.  The Wizard freaks out and Glinda says "It's okay, we went to Uni together!"  HA!  Didn't remember that joke from last time.

Saw Becca from my creative writing class at the play.  She sat in the row ahead of me.  Sometime during intermission, we agreed that we should find each other on Facebook.  I hope she can find me because I can't find her.  I invited her to the London Eye on Sunday because we said we should do something outside class.  She's going to Briton.  But perhaps we'll see Harry Potter later?  We'll see though.  I'll have to look for her more closely or something.  Search people from her university back home and check out their friends and see if she's friends with anyone.  And it shall be called: The Art of Stalker-Book.

Started snacking when I got home.  Hey, man, I didn't much much of a dinner.  Didn't have much of a lunch either (soup, an orange, and a packet of dried apricots).  I'm going for a granola bar now.

Tomorrow, I have to pick up my ticket to Brussels, do laundry, and somehow print and mark up a map of the Upper and Lower Cities in Brussels.  So I know where I'm going while in the city.  I also register for spring classes tomorrow at 7:15pm (my time).  Yay!

Facebook tells me that Ryan finalized his dates for Europe.  Tell me when you're coming so we can plan out when we're going where!  And when I should finish my homework because that has to get in before Scandinavia.  But yeah!  My big brother is coming to Europe to visit me!!!!  You have no idea how excited I am.

Matt reminded me about this bit of awesomeness that I told him about yesterday.  Directed by Jon Faveau (Iron Man), starring Daniel Craig (007: Casino Royale), Harrison Ford (Star Wars, Indiana Jones, etc), executive producer Steven Spielburg (E.T.: Extra-Terrestrial, et al).  Ron Howard is also a producer.  Coupled with just the title of this movie is enough to get me giddy.  Check it out yourself: