I've basically been up since Tuesday morning. I could not sleep on the plane. I can never sleep on planes. So I watched The Young Victoria, New Moon and Whip It for those seven hours instead.
Now, I'm paying for it. I feel like my body is rolling in circles, and is on an elevator going up and down.
But I'm here in London!
I've bought London groceries, I've breathed London fumes, I've ridden in a London cab. I've gazed upon the amazing street my flat is on!
Our flat is right across the street from beautiful Hyde Park. I can't wait to explore. But maybe I'll wait until the room stops spinning. Might be a good idea. I should shower. But that would take effort. I should unpack. That would also take effort. Basically, my fingers are the only things that feel like moving right now.
I still don't really feel like I've left America, though. It's kind of funny. Maybe it'll take a day or two to set in.
My flat is on the 5th floor. Atop a set of stairs. My, won't my bum be looking nice at the end of six weeks?
It really is beautiful here. I can't wait to get settled in and in a schedule, and start exploring and wandering and playing! Woohoo! I'm here!
Well, so what if I want to watch this movie every day of my life?
So what if it makes me want to be married to someone who is the butter to my bread and the breath to my life, and cook for them, and that's it?
I hope my future husband is as patient with me as Movie Julie Powell's husband was with her. He put up with a lot, my husband will have to, too.
So what if it specifically makes me want to be married to Stanley Tucci, who I already loved immensely, anyways?
Seriously, who couldn't love that man?
And these two women? I couldn't love them more.
They are two of my absolute favorite actresses.
Meryl Streep is absolutely incredible in this role. Because of Julia Child's cartoonish persona that has been so often parodied in comedy sketches and radio shows (Prarie Home Companion, anyone?) the performance, by anyone else could have turned into caricature. It wasn't. It was maybe the most endearing performance ever. It was honest, lovely, full of joy and just so so good. She baffles me with her talent.
Also, people have been telling me all year long, for a while about once a day that I was exactly like Amy Adams in this movie. Now it's probably because I have short red hair, but I still think it's flattering. I adore her. Also my hair in its starting-to-grow-out stages is marvelously awkward, and starting to look like her gross short hair wig from the movie, all long in the back and weird.
But, hey, if Amy can still be cute, so can I, dangit!
Anyways, I just wanted to share one of the things that is making me happy right now. Oh gosh. It's on netflix instant watch. And I watch it instantly. All the time. Happyhappyhappy.
One is about to be engaged while living in the very same apartment that her mother did when she, herself, got engaged.
One is desperately in love with her boyfriend and is two weeks away from being separated from him, by several continents, for four whole months.
One is departing for Thailand to teach Thai children to speak English and to make a documentary about human trafficking.
One is in a serious relationship while still quite in love with a missionary who also seems to be perfect for her.
One is re-entering into what seems to be a borderline emotionally abusive relationship and is about to leave for Jerusalem.
One is trying to figure out her life, especially her relationship with a boy who is in love with her.
Five of us are in relationships.
Three of us are headed overseas.
Two of us have uncertain academic futures.
All of us are struggling to figure out what the heck is going to happen to us.
Would you watch? I think I would. It might be annoying though. My character would be, anyway.
-I leave for London in two weeks. I'm terrified. I'm excited. It doesn't seem real yet, and might not until I arrive at Heathrow Airport on April 28th at 7AM.
-Friends are wonderful. House shows are fun. Talented friends are the most best.
It was a good night.
-I cannot seem to control my eating habits. I have about zero percent self control or will power when it comes to eating things. It's beginning to scare me.
-I currently have in my purse one of those big clear bottles of fruity antacid chewable tablets. Like the kind your grandmother has in her bathroom. Yes. In my purse. I had 8 today. My stomach hates me. Or more accurately hates food. Hates the food that I indiscriminately stuff, without pause, down my gullet.
-I've decided that if I don't get into the BFA acting program, it's not such a big deal. I feel peace.
Here are some funny things:
My costume for As You Like It included these babies...The most high waisted jeans. ever.
Hot, right? They created, what we so lovingly referred to as "Dinner Plate Bum."
Also these videos are things that have made me laugh lately:
Also, this top one has a warning PG13 for language!
And last but certainly not least, everyone look at my niece. Look how beautiful she is.
(Whitney, can she and Dade get married and have the doubly most beautiful babies ever?)
Anyways, this has been the longest post ever. Love you all who read this blog! Thanks for the time. I really appreciate it. I do.