Well, it's finally the weekend!

[note: I already wrote this post once and it got deleted, so I apologize for the brevity the second time around. Long things getting deleted is the most frustrating thing ever, am I wrong?]

Today Julie, Chelsea and I took advantage of our day off to get out and actually do something; we ventured over to Portobello Road for some shopping and a late lunch. It was a lot of fun to get out and go shopping, spending time just hanging out. (I bought scarves and postcards; both predictable and cheap.) Even though we were surrounded by tourists, it was really nice to finally, finally get out.

We then came back to cook dinner, and I successfully made pasta with broccoli and chicken. Next time I'm going to move up the ladder into peppers and onions, I think, even though peppers are a little more expensive. I've informed everyone here that I'm going to keep cooking dinner for them until I perfect my made-up recipes from last summer; when I finally make something that looks good, I'll take some pictures to share. We had a cute little dinner, and then attempted to go out for coffee... but our efforts were thwarted by rain and wind, so we ended up just having coffee/tea/chocolate and biscuits in the flat. We just went online to buy tickets to Roaring Trade (through BU) for this Tuesday, so that should be a good time too.

Backtracking a little bit...

I finally had my theatre class on Friday, and our professor is incredibly intense. (He's a director/professor almost so unpretentious that he's pretentious, if you know what I'm getting at.) It's very interesting to be taking both journalism and theatre; they're two subjects that I'm so easily sucked into because of the romantic way everyone talks about them. Both professors talked on and on about their past careers and adventures and how amazing their experiences have been; it's just so much more... romanticized than say, economics. That's probably why I like my classes so much more than many of my friends here and why I'm always to inspired to do something (anything!) at the end of class. I always leave with this aching urge to really pursue something. Both classes have really fulfilled my need for mental activity that I was discussing before, and it makes my week so much better.

A few more things to add:

1. My theatre professor told me that he cries during "One Day More" whenever he sees Les Mis, and now he might be my favorite person of all time.

2. He also read a portion of Revolutionary Road aloud at the end of class (in the most soothing British accent) and it was beautifully written. It really made me want to get the whole book; has anyone read it?

3. We went back to Imperial College last night for a... quite exciting Friday night, so you should let me know if you're interested in the details.