First week in Oxford
So I've been here for a week now and I think I'm settling in nicely. Today's the day when our fifth and final housemate (Yvettte) will be able to move up here, so we're going to have a house roast in here honour! All through the week we've been bonding as a group and having fun, but we have to keep holding ourselves back because we feel guilty doing it without her.
Anyone who regularly accesses facebook may well have seen the numerous photos documenting the shenanigans of the first (pre-school) week. We're all just bloody weird -- that's all I can say! Only once in the past week have I been to bed before 2am, so that's got to change pretty soon. It's because I enjoy the company of the people I'm living with so much -- we're always talking about this, that, and the other, which makes it very difficult to get all the necessary reading done. Never mind: I couldn't have asked for a better bunch (nutters one and all, but nutters in different ways!).
Right now I'm just having a bit of a cosy loaf around in the wake of going to see The Woman in Black last night. HOLY SHIT. I'd obviously heard about the play, given its renoun for being bloody scary, but I didn't really believe that something done on the stage (with only two actors) could actually be that frightening. Let's just say that me and Tuomas (who I went to see it with) ended up being so freaked-out by it (when we were chatting about it once we got home) that we HAD to turn virtually every light in the house on, and even then we were too scared to move from the kitchen! When I finally got to bed I felt loathed to turn the light off, and when I finally did I had to keep my eyes squeezed shut for fear of what I might see if I opened them. What the hell? I'm not like that... not normally. Horror films and the like don't really do it for me, but this...
*shudders*
As an overall piece, I absolutely loved it. The acting was incredible. The script was brilliant, the execution of all the technical bits was spot on, and the story was wonderful. I won't go into any details, but the play managed to be funny, sad, interesting, and fucking scary all at the same time. It puts me in a strange position where I want to see it again, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. Knowing that certain things are going to happen when they do... I'd just be a gibbering wreck! I now have an irrational fear of closed doors and rocking chairs.
*shudders again*
Ok, ok, enough. I'm going to go and read, or watch something... something not remotely scary!
And breathe...
Anyone who regularly accesses facebook may well have seen the numerous photos documenting the shenanigans of the first (pre-school) week. We're all just bloody weird -- that's all I can say! Only once in the past week have I been to bed before 2am, so that's got to change pretty soon. It's because I enjoy the company of the people I'm living with so much -- we're always talking about this, that, and the other, which makes it very difficult to get all the necessary reading done. Never mind: I couldn't have asked for a better bunch (nutters one and all, but nutters in different ways!).
Right now I'm just having a bit of a cosy loaf around in the wake of going to see The Woman in Black last night. HOLY SHIT. I'd obviously heard about the play, given its renoun for being bloody scary, but I didn't really believe that something done on the stage (with only two actors) could actually be that frightening. Let's just say that me and Tuomas (who I went to see it with) ended up being so freaked-out by it (when we were chatting about it once we got home) that we HAD to turn virtually every light in the house on, and even then we were too scared to move from the kitchen! When I finally got to bed I felt loathed to turn the light off, and when I finally did I had to keep my eyes squeezed shut for fear of what I might see if I opened them. What the hell? I'm not like that... not normally. Horror films and the like don't really do it for me, but this...
*shudders*
As an overall piece, I absolutely loved it. The acting was incredible. The script was brilliant, the execution of all the technical bits was spot on, and the story was wonderful. I won't go into any details, but the play managed to be funny, sad, interesting, and fucking scary all at the same time. It puts me in a strange position where I want to see it again, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. Knowing that certain things are going to happen when they do... I'd just be a gibbering wreck! I now have an irrational fear of closed doors and rocking chairs.
*shudders again*
Ok, ok, enough. I'm going to go and read, or watch something... something not remotely scary!
And breathe...