^ Quote from "Energy Ninjas," a video exhibit at the Science Museum.

Sorry this hasn't been updated more often.  Internet's hard to come by, so condensing all my thoughts when I do have it is difficult, so here's a +/- list of what I can think of that's happened.

+ Saw Cabaret, which was a-freaking-mazing.
+ Saw Merchant of Venice @ the Globe Theatre.
- About 15 minutes late to Merchant.  Damn Tube
- Speaking of which, now that I'm used to the Tube, I can hate it as much as I want.  The love comes from the beginners' awe, we discovered.  Now there are delays and breakdowns all the time, and it makes me want to scream.
+ Discovered I'm eating way more healthily here.  Meat's expensive, so I don't eat much; I'm drinking more juice; and (best of all) there's this guy on the University of London campus who sets up every day at lunchtime with a giant vat of warm, yummy, FREE vegetarian food.  Yesterday was curry and basmati rice.  And it's FREE.
+ Football match on Saturday!  Fulham v. Man City, tie.
- Late to the football match, too.  DAMN TUBE!
+ Found an amazing little pub called the Larrik next to the football stadium, where this great band plays every week.  They loved us, because we were the only ones actually listening to them instead of pounding a pint and leaving.  We danced.  It was fun.  We're going back tomorrow.
+/- Amy's first creepster, a Norwegian guy at the Larrik. +/- because it was really entertaining, even to her.
- I'm poor!  Even with the food stipend plan AIFS plans for us, it's only £35 a week, which equals £5 a day, which— regardless of the exchange rate— is like living, drinking, and going to plays on $5 a day.  I'm coping, but it's still lame.
- Everyone gets letters and care packages but me and Amy!  Yesterday Devin got a cardboard box full of Annie's mac 'n' cheese, and I almost cried.  It's depressing.  Send me stuff.
- On the subject of Annie's (which you should send me), there's no macaroni and cheese here.  At least not the normal box kind.  It's either in a can (yuck), or in a bag, but the bag macaroni, as we decided, is "more boring than Orlando Bloom."  We took pictures of it, but...
- Still no camera cord, because I'm too lazy to find a camera store and see if they'd sell me one.  Even if I did, it'll probably be expensive.  Balls.  Also, found out that if I don't charge my camera, I can't get the pictures off of it, so y'all are bereft of pictures of me and the Orlando Bloom macaroni until I get a cord.
+ Met a v. cute boy on the Tube.  See, not all Tube riders are creepsters!  His name is Kevin, he's 19, he's from South Africa, and he seemed the least bit interested in me.
- However, didn't ask for his number, because I'm lame like that.

Honestly, it's way better than that just made it look!  I'm just tired after a long day, which makes me keen to gripe.
We got to tour the Globe theatre today, which was really fun.  Last week we did the Theatre Royal Drury Lane (where we'll be seeing Lord of the Rings: The Musical later this semester).

Okay, that's all for now.  A girl met Q. Tarantino last night, so I'm going to listen to her story.

Last time, I didn't have anything to say; now, I have too much.

I finally got to go home on Friday, after all the pre-tour kids got in (about 6:30.... bleughhhh).  The taxi seemed to go way out of the way to get there, looking back now that I know a bit about the area, but it was okay, because we passed a Q-Zar (called Quasar here, but it's the same Q symbol, so I'm good), and a pub called the Winchester (where we'll be heading should any zombies attack).
Then, at long last, we got home, where we met Ann, our host for the next three months.  She's quite nice, if a little stiff with us; I don't think she realizes how much we plan to cook our own food, which may end up a problem, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Our flat is sooo cool.  Everything is decorated in pink and chrome (which looks way cooler than it sounds, I assure you), and our room is in the attic, sort of.  The roof is our ceiling, and we have a bunch of skylights.  I took a bunch of pictures, which I'll post once I bring my laptop on campus later this week.

Saturday was fairly uneventful during the day.  AIFS took us on a coach tour of the city, which was really only entertaining because of our tourguide, Nigel, and our driver, Roly (like Roly-Poly).  That got a lot of the sight-seeing out of the way, which was helpful, but more importantly, it added into the adventure that was Saturday evening.

You see, that morning in the Tube station, Amy and I saw a poster for a play called Elling, starring John Simm (of Life on Mars/Doctor Who fame).  We both got really happy and squee-ey, but didn't think much of it until the coach tour, when we passed the theatre where it's playing (cue more squees).  It was then that we swore to find it that night and see it.  We set out to Trafalgar Square that evening to find it, only to wander around for an hour and a half looking for it (we get lost quite easily, we've discovered).  Apparently no one you ask knows where Trafalgar Studios is until you've already found it.
Finally, we're there, not ten minutes before it starts.  We rush to the box office, asking if there are any more tickets, and the only two together left are around £45 ($90... this play's popular, we found out).  We then mention that we're students, and get them for £25 each (still expensive, yes, but far better).  Inside we go, only to find that it's a little black box theatre, and where are our seats?
Row E, Center.  About six to ten feet from the actors.  Quite possibly the best seats in the house.
It was about then that I decided that this play was a Sign from God.  That's the only way we could possibly have scored such great seats so close to curtain.
The play was fantastic, even aside from it being John Simm.  People are calling it the comedy of the year, and they're right, to be sure.  It's about a pair of men, roommates at a mental institution, who are released and given an apartment to prove that they can function as normal members of society, except that it becomes overwhelmingly clear that they're not yet ready, and it evolves from there.  There's no way I can properly describe it, except to say that if you ever have a chance to see it, do so.

We start classes this week, so I'll update with that, as well as with pictures of our place and what we've seen so far.  Until then, so long!

"It is difficult to speak adequately, or justly, of London. It is not a pleasant place; it is not agreeable, or easy, or exempt from reproach. It is only magnificent."  - Henry James