grouch grouch grouch

Last night I went to the theater again, where I saw a production of Harold Pinter’s No Man’s Land.  Shit was fucked up. I enjoyed it. The guy sitting two seats away from me was weezing the whole time, which was sort of gross and distracting at first, but if there’s any play that’s conducive to heavy breathing in the background, No Man’s Land is it.  Michael Gambon (a.k.a Dumbledore from Harry Potter movies) was in it, as was David Walliams from Little Britain.  Dumbledore was great, David Walliams was the youngest actor onstage and looked a little out-of-place.  I don’t really know that he’s enough of a sicko to handle Pinter’s dialogue, you know?  It’s a little like watching Jerry Seinfeld do No Exit.

A cab driver gave me the finger for LITERALLY NO REASON yesterday.  I was like, “Fuck u.”  Hell’s Bells.

I am annoyed that I have to do work for my classes, which are annoying.  I am at a weird point in my time here where nothing is really exciting anymore, but I don’t have a routine to fall back on because I don’t actually live here.  I want to go back to my “real life.”  Boo hoo, look at this hilarious jpeg:

 

kurt cobain and bear

We do not make enough jokes about Kurt Cobain.

 

I have confirmed that I am going to Scotland to visit my friend from high school in December.  Hurray!  I considered going to Scotland instead of London and I kind wish I had–I feel like it would be more “authentic” and maybe I would have some friends besides the five Americans that I hang out with.  To celebrate, here is a music video from scottish band The Jesus and Mary Chain: