it is rather hard to know what to write when one is a grad school student. I mean, my life consists of either thinking about my work or actually doing my work - or attempting to numb my brain for a few hours by either sleeping or watching a marathon of arrested development as I shove food in my face.
my life is not as romantic as it seems, student housing, loads of books and notes. black tights and leotards are my standard daily wear, even though months before this I would not have been caught dead in public in a pair of leggings, but now I don't have the time or energy to care.
today was spent in ilsington, london at yet another vintage fair where I came away with my own china teapot and a cup and saucer. they don't match but I rather enjoy an eclectic mix. lots of clothing and mad men era vintage dresses to drool over. my favorites included this beautiful silk black day dress from the 1930s, but I am attempting to save my money for more necessary things such as a decent robe and some clothing I can afford to roll around in movement class in. and good food. with only 20 minutes to stuff my face between classes I realize now the importance of having quality food in my system as I study ibsen, chekhov and the greeks in all their glory.
I have fallen so hard for chekhov especially and simply can't wait to get my hands around the work with sonya in uncle vanya. though I was surprised by just how much I have enjoyed exploring classical greek text as well. it just goes to show you in the right atmosphere and with the right people texts that once seemed slow and boring can be brought to life in an entirely new way. ah the glory of education, who knew, who knew?
only a few classes in and my mind has already been opened up to whole new worlds that I have never had the opportunity to explore fully. I dove straight into the library and was overwhelmed with the amount of material I have at my fingertips. so much it is hard to know where to start. I decided to start with things that have to do with my classes, but there are so many books well beyond anything we are studying that I can't wait to get my hands on.
I just couldn't help myself today however and had to take a break from the work. These vintage flea markets are deadly to the pocket book, but it was just too hard to resist a classic scone and tea with milk and sugar to bring this sunday to a close. after all the hard work, running and jumping and sweating work - I deserve a treat. not to mention I woke up to the beginnings of a cold, despite my best efforts to stay clean, healthy and full of vitamin c - all the close contact with other students cannot be helped. so it is an early night for me and the beginning of a new week tomorrow. I cannot fathom how fast time is flying by, I knew this would happen so I am trying to hold onto the moment as tight as I can, and as I sat there drinking my tea and enjoying the charming setting around me, I realized that I have fallen, and fallen hard for london.