Mind the gap.

I'm not keeping up with this everday updating thing, am I?

Eh.

Well, Tuesday we went to the temple and I went in for the first time for something other than an open house. It was great and I got to see a bunch of crazy Theatre (and English) kids be reverent but still themselves. This one had a cafeteria, I'd left with a few other girls to walk the grounds (the grounds looked like a mini version of Kew Gardens, they were so pretty. Well, they had tulips and flower beds too, unlike Kew), I had to show my recommend to get back in to eat there. I may just be a 12 year old boy because I bought a soft drink (some sort of British all natural cherry soda) that said something like "chilled [name of drink] made my stones shrink." Get it? Because cherries have stones and....OH! I giggled and then I saved the can. And took a picture. It wouldn't have been nearly as amusing if I hadn't bought it from the temple cafeteria.

We got back around 3pm-ish wherein I tried to write a paper but didn't really because I frankly didn't have the desire or brain-power to. I ended up going with a couple of girls to a show others of our group had seen and recommended. It was a circus show centered around people with mental disorders like hypochondria, insomnia and addiction to use a few of their examples. It was AMAZING. I forgot to clap half the time because my mind was so blown and my jaw was on the floor so I would've been smacking myself in the jaw anyway. The closest comparison I could make would be to say it was like Cirque Du Soleil only with a much smaller cast, more urban and less bizarre. So awesome though. The girls I was with managed to get pictures with the majority of the cast (I was inside buying a program) while this was happening. One of them wanted to take the little French guy home in her pocket. He was pretty adorable. I was amazed by how young the majority of the cast was and every one of them was in incredibly good shape. There were several instances where a few of the guys took off their shirts for no extremely important or good reason but I don't think anyone minded. The physicality of their characters were so perfect, the addict was a major creeper -he never once let the physicality slip. Twitchy and perfectly so. I could go on and on. SO GOOD! Funny and sad and just great. Love.

Today was another class. This evening we went to Taking Steps. So. Stinking. Funny! My face hurts from laughing and smiling so hard. It was an Ayckbourn, the same playwright who wrote the first play I ever legitimately designed for. Yes, the same author as Absent Friends. My battery is dying so I'm going to leave it at that and come back to it later.