Art, Plugs and Slugs

Tuesday, August 26th
My day started off with British Art & Architecture, which was a very interesting class, albeit a very dry lecture. It was neat to learn about the different types of architectural styles that came about which were directly affected by certain happenings in history (Romans invading, Protestant Reformation, fun stuff). I think I’ll have a better handle on this class compared to Shakespeare. Also, I spilled coffee on my white shirt. All-star.
Next I got a very solid practice session in which felt awesome. I think my euphonium is the only thing I have here that can make me forget about where I am or what I’m supposed to be doing. That sounds horribly dorky, but I don’t care: Heidi and I are the shiz.
After I had enough euphonium I went on a hunt for the correct plug adapter. I found one in this hole-in-the-wall corner store for 5 pounds, so I bought it. When I got back to the flat to try it out, I realize that it doesn’t work at all because it’s max 230v (not 240). So I go to the electronics store on the corner next to my flat (a different one than before) to buy the correct one. I make sure that it can handle 240v and spent 3 pounds this time. When I get back to the flat to plug this one in, I see that there is this random circle of plastic around the input of the plug which makes it impossible for my macbook adapter to plug into it. What the hell?? I have no idea what purpose that serves, except maybe to waste all of my money.
Later, we went out to a flat belonging to other students in the ICLC program to play beer pong and kings. This was a great time, especially when I downed the 500ml can of Carling and burped constantly for the next 5 hours. On the way home, I got to ride the bus for the first time, and it was loud. Next time I’ll be sure to get up on the top deck, I hear that’s more fun.

Wednesday, August 27th
I woke up at noon. Yessss. I almost feel bad because I’m in London, but it’s been quite a while since I’ve done that, and it was amazing. I made breakfast, read a play, and got to school to practice and see about taking that Shakespeare class pass/fail so it won’t kill my gpa. I also have to start looking for jobs, and Bill found me one that looks interesting: a bar assistant at The Slug in Fulham. That’d be epic. I might also look into trying to become a Busker (street performer in the London Underground). There are colored in half-moons at certain places in the Underground stations where licensed Buskers can perform during their designated time slots, and you need to audition to get a spot. Maybe I should start learning some British pop songs.