Friday, 30 January 2009
This morning (which is now Thursday morning) I got up to have some delicious grapes which I had bought the previous day and whadda'ya know? Half the bag was empty! Great! I'm so glad I can give healthy nourishing food to the rest of the hall out of my own generosity and pocket. Sigh. Anyway today I had my directing class or rather man-handling class. The man-handling went down a notch today as the director put his hands on my shoulders and I got to hold Simon's hand. Very productive day. Last week we were told to choose one of the two scripts we were given and work out how we would direct it and this week the tutor would get each of us up to direct our chosen scene. Naturally, I had worked out a set design, blocking, sub text and different ways of acting out the scene. I wasn't chosen first which was relieving but the girl who went didn't seem to have done any work outside class as she went to sit down and said to the actors "let's just run the scene". The tutor then asked her about her set design and all that stuff. In the end she was the only who got to direct in the whole class while we all sat around watching. I was pretty annoyed that I could have shown off what I had down. Sounds terrible but I worked hard and was really anxious about it the whole week. Oh well... it was a fun class. For next week though we need to choose a scene from any play in the world for our assessment so for the past few days I've read loads of plays trying to choose one. It's really hard and I'm feeling that anxiety again...
That night Miranda invited me to go to "Royal Holloway's Got Talent" with her friends. First we went to the bar and I foolishly had a Strongbow and then had to wait in line to get in to the show which we thought started at 8 meaning doors would open before then. No. I was waiting in line until about 8:07 and my bladder was seriously going to explode. I rushed in, no scratch that, I flooded into the hall and ran to the loos only to bump into one of the acts performing practising in the loos. I felt weird using the bathroom while they were singing...Oh well. It was a good night. Met some lovely people and some of the acts were really amazing and some of them were not so amazing. There was one girl who read a poem that she wrote called "is it love" about the first time she fell in love. We all "awwwed" but were then shocked as the poem led to very sexual circumstances in detail. It was funny at the start but it got very graphic and afterwards Miranda and I turned to one another and were like "err did we just get raped?". Because the contest started at 9 I didn't get to bed until 2am. Ha ha it's funny because I was going to write yesterday how quiet it has been at night. That was until there girl diagonal from me had her door open, loud music, lots of people and smoke oozing from her room. So I called security. Then Miranda called security. Then I called security again. Finally a guard turned up and then as I pressed my face against my door I heard the guard say "You people need to leave there have been nine complaints about this party from different people so quiet it down". Yay there is someone on our team! The girl whose room it was decided to sweet talk the guard by saying "oh yeah it's really loud in this corridor can I have your security number too?". Sigh. Just as I went to bed and turned out the late the smoke alarm goes off! Miranda and I get downstairs and neither of us were surprised. Everything that goes wrong here is just typical now.
Moving on to today. Slow day. Reading more plays, messing about on the internet and visiting the library. I actually managed to find the books I was after in that rabbit warren of a library. It's silly because they put all the books on the outside of the study area and the floors squeak like I'm squishing mice. So all these poor people studying have to listen to me squeaking along as I try to find the book I'm after. I usually don't though so I walk back and forth. Creak creak creak.
Had dinner with Miranda and we've been planning our trip into London tomorrow! Yipee! Early start so I must be off. Toodles.
(Sorry there are no photos this time but I'm sure there will be heaps tomorrow)
Wednesday, 28 January 2009
The event had face painting which is why in this photo Miranda and I now have lovely drawings on our faces - not some allergic reaction to the delicious cider.
Monday, 26 January 2009
Yesterday, I chilled in my room and did some study, watched some movies, read and bummed around. Today I did pretty much the same thing but was woken at 8:30am for the weekly fire alarm. I knew it was coming as I lay there and yet it's so loud I still panicked when it went off. Dreadful thing.
Lovely blue skies. Actual sunlight flooding my room instead of...cold. Went to the library, bank and College shop for lunch. Passed by the letterbox in the hopes of getting a letter HINT HINT TO ALL THOSE READING THIS and Lo and behold there was a letter! Happy day! Thank you very much Hattie! So in case you do want to mail me something exciting or anything really my address is:
Miss Phoebe Black
Founders Hall W337
So I didn't do much else worthy of reporting. Oh I met the girl who lives next door to me and she seems very nice and friendly which is a relief - plus I think she has a TV which is very enticing. This evening is the main part I wanted to write about. Okay so Miranda and I had planned to go to this breast cancer fundraiser that was advertised on one of the notice boards. I get dressed (finally wearing something nice) and we head down to the Student Union for a couple of drinks and meeting new people. We get to the door and the security guards looks at us so I get my ID out in preparation when he asks "NUS card?". "I'm sorry what?" I replied. "Your NUS card"
"What's an NUS card?"
"Okay well I have other ID instead"
"No I need your NUS card"
"What is it?"
"Okay I get that but what is it for?"
"Do you go to this uni?"
"Yes here is my student card"
"No I need your NUS card"
"What is an NUS card though?"
Enter other random, more official looking security guard
"Got your NUS card?"
"No, what is it?"
"I can't let you in without it sorry. You can get one for free here tomorrow morning. It's blue."
And with that we left! I mean did they want our money or not? No real answers we just couldn't work out what was going on. Neither Miranda or I were annoyed were just bemused by how hopeless they seemed and the fact that they didn't even know why they were following the rules they needed to follow. By this time I needed a drink so we walked to student bar "Medicine" and funnily enough this security guard asked for our NUS card. We stopped, sighed and fully expecting the same pointless responses asked what an NUS card actually was. This time, however, the guy knew something! Hooray! We needed a National University Students Card or something but we could go to the bar which was in our building because it was college affiliated. Finally understanding what we needed we couldn't be bothered going to this other bar so here I am in my pajamas once more! Now no one at home can say I'm not out there trying to do new things over here because England is standing firmly in my way! We were never told at orientation that we needed this stupid card. Anyway I didn't take any photos today so here a photo of where I live. Think 3 floors up and in the middle somewhere - that's my window. Oh and by the way everyone back home - Happy Australia Day!
Saturday, 24 January 2009
After traipsing a million miles through random English country side we reached a little cafe thing that had tea and biscuits ready for us. By this time it was 11am so it was "elevensies". Here is a photo of Miranda and I firmly agreeing with this new eating-time. I'm not much of a tea-drinker but this one sure hit the spot. Just two minutes away from this little den was the grave of none-other than Winston Churchill. Had a wee quiz and admired the fresh flowers with "my hero" written on them. He can still pull the ladies - posthumous! I just remembered - there were some quotes by Winston Churchill which I have to reiterate to you. He was in a pub getting drunk and a woman came up to him and said "you're a drunk" and he replied "I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly"!
Friday, 23 January 2009
Not much happened today except me doing boring and meaningless chores which basically means wasting time on the computer. Anyway here is a video Miranda and I made to further explain our laundry trip.
Presenting "Doin' the Laundry"
Featuring: Miranda as Justin Timberlake and Phoebe as Madonna. Enjoy!
Thursday, 22 January 2009
Arrived at the class and was invited to get up and active this week (yay). So the class got up and did some lovely stretching and warming up exercises which left me feeling alive and limber. We then broke into pairs and so begins MAN-HANDLING 1. In turn one of us would imagine being very heavy whilst the other person lifted us and then as if we were really light. It did make a difference but yes... I was grabbed and lifted by stranger Simon. Then came another series of exercises where we had to keep eye contact and remain staring at one another with our toes touching – pretty squeezy. Then came MAN-HANDLING 2. as the director would walk around and demonstrate with various people – this happened to be me A LOT. Shoulder touching and the likes which leads to MAN-HANDLING 3. when we were broken into different pairs and had to create two different improvised scenes. One we had to do entirely with voice – no movement and then second with only movement on a totally opposite topic. For example our first scene was a bomb-scare with the president (comical) and our physical was a scene of a couple breaking up (serious). So stranger Max took me by surprise when in our serious scene he pulled me super close as stared right into my eyes before I had to break away. Total surprise. Anyway I just breathed it all out and got over the giggles until the director asked us to perform our scenes – as one. The bastard. This meant that pairs would be acting as children smashing each others’ sandcastles and speaking softly about how their relationship was over. Very amusing but damn difficult as I tried to remember the conflicting movements and hilarity of our scene. It was a really good class today – not just because of my man-contact – but because the lesson was really interesting and invigorating. It’s actually really made me think of directing – who knows?
I didn’t really take any photos today so back by popular demand are more photos of Miranda and I eating desserts! Featured today is Trumpet Cannoli and yukky Plum Pudding...
Oh and I thought you should all know that we don't just have normal milk here, but crazy milk.
Right! On to the day I had. After the many hours of readings for "Theatre and Therapy" I assumed we were doing Dramatherapy this week. This means we focus on role-playing and all that jazz as opposed to playing music or whatever. It was a good class because the lecturer brought cake because it was her birthday! So there was cake to forward to which made the whole lighting candle ceremony a bit more palatable. During the break I tagged along with some lovely girls who took me to the popular drama hang-out which is a pub called the "Monkey's Forehead". It was very enjoyable and most interesting listening to the way they all talked. For example there was a very cute boy who was working at the bar who had a bum, and I quote, "that looks like two eggs in a hanky - gorgeous"! Another time was a girl who had to excuse herself to the bathroom by saying "Hang on I just need to wazz" or some such thing which I thought was hilarious. Anyway the class continued and we got to draw pictures and make up our own stories which was fun. Though I got a bit frustrated because when it came to revealing what our coping strategies were mine didn't really fit... Oh well I got a nice picture I suppose.
So that was Tuesday, now on Wednesday I don't have any classes and neither does Miranda so it becomes a day of catch up and various chores. We trooped into Egham once more for groceries - a girl's gotta eat okay? We explored the town a bit more today and Miranda was thrilled by the fact that there are 3 second-hand stores in this tiny town and secondly because Tesco had Ritz crackers in stock. Now when I say thrilled and I mean Miranda I mean her face lit up with happiness and she gave a little involuntary cry of joy. Tee hee. I have attached a photo of Egham high street - what little you can see in the photo is pretty much it so don't stress if I'm not being detailed enough.
Laboured all the back, uphill, to campus and dig a quick swap so we could find the laundry. Boy this blog is exciting. Anyway we found it and - man - did the fun begin. In fact, our laundry venture was so exhilarating for us that we documented it with hilarious photos – enjoy!