Yesterday was a classic lazy Sunday, followed by some scrambling to get work done. I woke up pretty late, a little after nine, had a slow morning full of yoghurt and showers, before packing a picnic and walking down to Regent’s Park with Sienna. We ate our delicious and healthy lunches and sat around. I watched a very cute family with a newborn girl named Ella (what? I’m not creepy…), making me nostalgic of the days when I was that little. After they left, I wrote a little bit, then conked out for about forty-five minutes. We decided to take the tube back instead of walk, and then I did homework for a while before being lazy again on the computer. Somehow, the laziness in the park, though more extreme, didn’t feel as unhealthy, since we were out in the sun.
But I more than made up for it today. We started with Historical Dance, which was fine. I wish I had a scale to confirm this, but I’m no longer at all supported by my corset, but I could swear I haven’t lost any weight. In fact, if I had to guess, I would say that I would have gained weight. I think instead is that it’s become muscle weight instead of otherwise. In any case, it’s sad I don’t have a corset that fits. After, we had Movement which is the torture class. Everyone who had already had the class was moaning and sweating, so I was really expecting something awful, but it wasn’t all that bad. There was one thing we did that made me sweat a bit, and I remember shaking from effort a couple times, but I didn’t feel sore or smelly afterwards, which is a surefire sign that I’m getting more in shape! Yay…
Today was also the first day that students who actually go to Heythope College, our venue, started school. So it was a bit more crowded around campus than normal, which isn’t terrible. It’s not exactly like we’ll see them a lot, but it’s nice that it’s not totally empty, and the heat is at last on! Tierney and I did a small presentation on the life and works of Thomas Dekker for our Dramatic Lit class, which all went fairly uneventfully, but it did require that I bring my computer to school, which is heavy. (That comes into play later.) Then, last class of the day, stage combat/sword fighting. My goodness! I love that class. Gordon, our teacher, is wonderful, and I feel so Peter Pan-esque in that class. It makes me so want to be in that show - which is of course my dream role, and I will die unfulfilled if I’ve never played him. (He is officially my favourite literary character.)
After school, Sienna, Tierney and I decided we wanted to FINALLY get tickets for that concert on Wednesday, so we traipsed all the way over to Islington (about forty five minutes on the tube) to the venue to get tickets, so we wouldn’t have to pay credit card fees, or transaction fees, or all those stupid fees they charge you online. Sienna is hungry and thinking of nothing but milkshakes (we had heard about these wonderful milkshakes made with Aero chocolate at McDonalds - now I know what you’re thinking: McDonalds?!?!?! But it’s actually the lesser of two evils in that they are making strides to be as green as one can in such circumstances, and they also have strict guidelines in terms of their slaughterhouses and how they’re run. OK, I’m just trying to justify myself, but it’s actually better to get stuff there than at, say Taco Bell or In-N-Out), and I’m carrying around my insanely heavy computer and all my other school stuff during rush hour. In any case, once we finally find the venue, it’s still pretty convoluted. We climb up a flight of stairs to the sign, then box office is closed. Only open from noon to four… Well, we’re in class all that time, so that doesn’t help us. There’s a sign that says box office is upstairs, so we go up another flight to double check, but no, that sign was actually referring to the floor we were already on. OK, that makes sense… on opposite day. In any case, someone helpful tells us it’s downstairs, so we go down and find people who are manning the doors for the show that was taking place tonight, and we ask them how to go about getting tickets. Long story short, I just bought them online after an hour train ride to get home from Islington, and a mint chocolate McFlurry, when all I really wanted was a chocolate milkshake.
On the bright side, however, we did ride the longest escalator in Britain. Twice.