Week 4: He's Julius Caesar, Bitch!

     Hello weekly followers! Sadly, this blog post is going to be my review on Julius Caesar. Not what I did this week. Yea, I know. You want to here about what I'm doing! But let me just tell you that this week I did nothing really. I went to Oxford, but that was it. Yup. So here's my review. Enjoy!

JULIUS CAESAR

           Julius Caesar, we all read it in high school. It's about the tragic murder of Julius Caesar, go figure, and how Antony and Octavius fight Brutus and Cassius. People die and there you have the Shakespearian tragedy, Julius Caesar. Or at least that's how I read into the show. Usually if a ton of people die at all in the show then it is a tragedy. However, when I saw Julius Caesar at The Globe Theatre, I was laughing more than I was crying. I actually think I laughed during the whole entire show. Of course there were points where there was no laughing: i.e. Caesar's death, Brutus' death, or Cassius' death. But the show felt a lot more like a comedy than a tragedy.

            Now the show didn't have any slapstick or over-exaggerations to be funny, the actors themselves were the ones who made the show funny.  I'm all for throwing some funny bits into a sad show to not be too much sadness all at once because you do need something funny to brighten up the mood every once in a while. However, there was just this constant comedy that never went away, more so in the first act than the second. The actor who played Casca, Christopher Logan, brought this sassiness to the character that just made him absolutely hilarious. There is nothing wrong with having a funny character in a tragedy, but sometimes I thought it was too much and it drew me out of the moment. One moment in particular was the scene where Brutus and Cassius pull on Casca's cloak to get his attention to ask about what the crowd was yelling about. Thinking that Casca was going to be this cool, calm, and collected character, I was genuinely surprised that he turned out to be this overly sarcastic gossiper. He reminded me a bit of a mix between Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory and Randall from Recess. His whole demeanor and just the way he carried himself reminded me of a sassy nark.

            Another thing I thought was funny was how ridiculously older Caesar was from everyone else. It looked like he could've been everyone's grandfather. It really through me for a loop because I always thought that Caesar was a little bit older , but by only a couple years not twenty. It just made me think that why would you want Caesar to be king when he's already really old and looks like he's going to kick the bucket at any moment. You think the town would have thought through that a little bit more. But alas, it's just a story I guess.

            I'm not saying that Julius Caesar was a terrible performance and no one should go and see it. I actually loved it and thought it was a fabulous production. There were just a couple confusing points of the show. I will never be a big fan of Shakespeare, but this production of Julius Caesar at The Globe Theatre really gave me a reason to consider becoming a fan. 

     I hope you enjoyed my review! Stay tuned for next week when I actually start talking about my week again! Yay! Get ready for next week, Week 5: What is Wifi?

Week 3: Death by Cocktail

     Hello to all of you that have managed to continue reading my blog. And for that, I thank you. I hope to keep the rest of the interesting! Also, I forgot to mention last blog that we are actually taking classes here even though it doesn't seem like it. We have classes Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. (I know, that doesn't seem like anything, but trust me it is!) We have Theatre History I on Tuesday and Wednesday from 10am- 12pm in this hot ass room. For someone who gets hot very easily, let me tell you, I feel like I'm waiting in line for Hell. It's terrible. Anyways, we have the Globe workshops on Tuesday and Thursday from 3:45pm to about 6:15pm or 7:30pm depending on the day and what we are doing that day. We have Global Drama on Thursdays from 10am - 12pm. That's all for now because we have 2 other classes that don't start until later in the semester. 

     Okay, enough with classes and on to a more interesting topic: Poop. I know for all of you who think you are too good or proper to talk about poop are probably thinking, "OMG, EW! THIS IS DISGUSTING! GIRLS AREN'T SUPPOSE TO POOP. AND YOUR NOT SUPPOSE TO TALK ABOUT IT BECAUSE JUST EW." Well you know what? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! (Sorry Grandma.)This whole week I have done nothing but poop and puke. And it wasn't just regular poop, because I actually like doing that. It relaxes me. It was diarrhea. And not just diarrhea, the fiery kind. If I'm going to talk about my week, I'm going to be brutally honest.

     It all started when we all decided to go out to our first pub. We decided to go to O'Neil's (which is a fabulous place) and I shared a pitcher called Pimm's no. 1 with Tess. I had more than that, but not much more. Anyways, the next day, I had THE worst headache and not to mention I couldn't stop pooping. I thought I was just hungover, it's happened before. However, it lasted the whole entire week. It was the worst thing ever! I literally felt like Melissa McCarthy in Bridemaids. It was that bad. Try having that for a whole entire week where you also have to watch what you eat because you don't know it you're going to throw up or not. 

     The second day of fiery diarrhea, Tess gave me Imodium, or what I call anti-poop medicine. If you aren't familiar with it, it is suppose to help to prevent you from having diarrhea. It basically clogs you up for a couple days so when you finally do poop, it makes sure your poop hardens up a bit before it comes out. But what I didn't know is that I wouldn't be able to fart or anything. That was bad. Not only did my stomach hurt from being sick, but it also hurt from having built up gas. I couldn't catch a break to save my life. My life was pretty pathetic at this point, and it only got worse.

     The worst day though was Saturday when we went to Bath and Stonehenge. I threw up the entire time we were at Stonehenge. I passed out when we were at the stones, and I don't actually remember the trip at all. It's really sad because I was so out of it that I didn't get any pictures. So I can't technically prove that I was there. I felt slightly better when I was in Bath, but I still don't remember very much about it. The sad part about it is that I probably won't be able to ever visit it again. 

     So all in all my week has sucked to say the least. Hopefully this week will be better. I feel almost 100% again, so that's a plus. So, stay tuned friends for next weeks blog, Week 4: He's Julius Caesar, Bitch!

London Weeks 1 and 2: The Honeymoon Phase

     Well, I've arrived in London and I cannot tell you how overly excited I am to be here! Of course I couldn't sleep on the plane. I felt like a kid on the night of Christmas Eve. Everything was going so smoothly so far. I had made it to my flight and my connection on time, so I figured the rest would be smooth sailing... I couldn't be more wrong!
     When our flight landed, our pilot announce that the luggage belt at O'Hare broke and that most of the luggage didn't make it on this flight. RED FLAG! All I kept thinking was, 'Oh please don't let it be my luggage! PLEASE!' I'm starting to stress about my luggage as I come up to the UK Border. I am so nervous that, for some reason, they won't let me into the country. I don't know why, but that is all that is running through my head at the moment. Luckily I had a pretty nice guy that joked around with me AND let me into the country. Things were starting to look up!
     It was now the moment of truth. It was time to reclaim my luggage. I go and wait at baggage claim number 5 to reclaim my luggage. I sit there for a good while and finally see one of my suitcases! Hooray! One down and one to go. So I'm sitting there and I see golf clubs go around the belt not once, not twice, but three times. This is when I know I am in trouble. I'm now starting to sweat. I now have to go fill out a lost/missing baggage form. I'm thinking that this is going to be some super long process, but it only took like 2 minutes to fill out. No biggie.
     After running around the Heathrow Airport like a mad woman, I finally found my friends and we made it safely to the flat after taking up about half of one of the cars on the tube. Oopsies. From now on it is pretty stress free minus the not having my other suitcase. (I did finally receive it about 2 days later. That is a story I don't want to remember.)
     As I was already stressed with living without one of my suitcases, I also had to watch how I spent my money. It was really a hit or miss with the food here, because I wasn't sure whether or not I would like the food. I quickly learned I couldn't buy a lot of fruit at once because it quickly goes bad. I had to try to buy food that not only tastes good, but is inexpensive and doesn't go bad in like 2 days. Also, I have to try to not eat out all of the time. It is a struggle because I want to try food from everywhere, but I also have to be aware of my budget. And let me tell you, this is hard, and I don't know how grown ups do this.
     We went to Stratford Upon Avon. That was fun for the first 2 hours. Then it was a bunch of just sitting around and waiting for our show to start around 7:30pm.... Did I mention that we arrived around 11:30am? WE HAD 8 HOURS TO WAIT! By the time the show started, all I wanted to do was sleep. I somehow remembered the show, so apparently I didn't fall asleep. Go figure.
     That's about all the fun that was had the first 2 weeks. Next will be London week 3: Death by Cocktail. Stay tuned for another post that will happen later than sooner....