Scattered Strawberry Summer

So I finally saw Frankenstein (Johnny Lee Miller as the creature). Where do I start?

Why did I go to see this version? Simple- the other one was sold out.

It was absolutely amazing and it actually exceeded my expectations.  All the effort they put in the staging, wow, I just can imagine how good it was seeing it live. Many times I felt sorry for the creature, I was grossed out too, but there were funny  moments as well. 




 You can see a bit of Sherlock in Victor, which I enjoyed, obviously. 

My BF expected it to be absolutely boring and he planned to either sleep or play with his mobile, but he did neither, he thoroughly enjoyed it, he said he would love to see how Cumberbatch played the creature. I would love to see it too, so I really hope NT will release a DVD.

only one day till weekend, which I'm looking forward very much, not only because it'd time off but also ,weather permitting, I'll take some pictures and I'm going to see Frankenstein (finally!!!)

quality of my life could be improved instantly if:

• summer would finally come to England.
• I would fine a nice flat to rent
• panasonic would reduce the price of lumix lenses
• I would see  Cumberbatch in a play. live. yes. 

 I need to book tickets to Spain..

I'm a such stupid stupid girl.

Only now I made myself to book Frankstein tickets ( I am a procrastinator level 9999) and the version I wanted to see is sold out. OK fuck it, I'll see John Miller as the creature but  WTF?? Is my town full of cumberbitches? It's great but fuck it's sold out.  For everyone's sake or rather sanity, national theatre should release  DVD.

THIS,I need this now.

 Comments on Clair de Lune led me to this  website.  Actually Clair de Lune + rain is perfect together

It seems that I have hardly been home this week. Most of the days after work I went out with my friends. How much I enjoy our chats about cultural differences, how you don't even notice  that you have changed, until you go home. For instance, my friend  embarrassed herself  by saying thank you to the bus driver. Everyone were like "why the hell you say thank you to the bus driver, you paid for the ticket, didn't you?". Oh and I had an awkward moment when my friend met her Spanish friend when we were leaving a pub and he wanted to greet me in a typical Spanish way which  you can imagine is not the way I am used to be greeted and I pretty much stood back. obviously she started laughing and said:  "no, no she's a foreigner". The situation became even more awkward when he just shook my hand instead.

Oh just can't wait for the reverse culture shock I'm going to experience when I finally visit my home country after probably two years,  I don't even remember how long it's been. A lot of people don't think you can actually experience culture shock when you go back to your home country. I have been told,  common, it's were you were born and bred, how can you experience culture shock when you come back? Well, these people probably haven't been away from their home country very long or haven't read my essay on reverse culture shock in the repatriation process, OK I don't consider myself a specialist, but I have first-hand experience and you know I researched the topic for my essay. Oh the good old uni days. Anyway, research shows the more you adapted to the country you migrated to, the harder it is when (if) you come back home.

On my 4th day off I went to Brighton by train with my significant other. It reminded me why I hate public transport- screaming and crying children. It makes me so maaaad. I'm astonished that parents never discipline their children and just let them do whatever. I wish supernanny was there to deal with them.

 the life of procrastinator