So, I have been cast in next semester's production of Titus Andronicus (Shakespeare's bloodiest play), as Titus Andronicus.  I am thrilled and terrified.  I have 17 billion lines to learn over break, and in the show I have to be a Roman General, kill 5 or 6 people, decline into a weeping mess, chop off my own hand, get revenge on all my enemies, and then be killed myself (Yes, Big Guy, I finally get to die onstage!).  So it should be fun, and I encourage you all to see it if you can.  It is just a student production, but my friend David is directing it and he is brilliant.  Often his shows end up being more awesome than university productions.

Everyone is gone from BADA, but I am still in London until Wednesday.  Last week was so crazy, it is really nice to have some time to decompress before returning home.  First Bernarda Alba was on Wednesday and it went really well.  But I ended up partying with friends and slightly hooking up (don't worry, it was nothing serious) with a friend who is a fun guy but someone i am not actually attracted to.  It was really random and I guess it was a combination of it being almost a year since I have even been kissed and my desire to have at least one random-hookup-in-London story to return home with.   So I got almost no sleep that night, woke up early to check the Titus cast list, freaked out and got all hyper when I saw it, continued to get no sleep, saw my friends in Lear the next night, more partying, still no sleep, woke up on Friday to catch a 7am train to the North of England to visit friends from Nova Scotia, still no sleep, saw my other friends in Hamlet that evening, said a rushed goodbye to everyone and tried to make it to the airport for my 7am flight to Rome with Nick and Chris (the guys from church) early Saturday morning.  Well, the Tube closed, I had no idea how to make it to the airport, I was tired and cold and miserable and sad that I couldn't say a proper goodbye to all my BADA friends, and I basically just had a meltdown on the streets of London.  I wanted to call my mom and tell her that I didn't want to go to Rome anymore, I just wanted to sleep, but I couldn't call her from my British cell so I called my friend Conrad instead.  I just started crying into the phone and couldn't put any thoughts together in a proper manner, but it didn't matter, he was just like "I am on my way."  So basically I told him everything I was feeling and he let me use his internet to skype my mom because my computer and pretty much everything else of mine was left in Nick's flat and Nick was on his way to Rome.  And my mom was pretty much just like "Maureen don't kill yourself."  So I didn't go to Rome.  I am staying in London, learning lines and getting sleep and it has been wonderful.  It has been a long year, exciting but tiring, and hard to be away for so long.  I can't wait to have almost a month at home to see you all and spend time doing nothing.  But for now I will try to enjoy my last few days in London.  And come see Titus.  It will be awesome =)