- The hair is still short, and sadly, not actually red. I think the tint in the 'after the haircut' picture was due to the lighting in the salon. Sad. It's a kind of golden-y brown - and while there is quite a bit of gray, those don't seem to stand out much. Although I do think they grow faster than the colored hairs...
- I haven't worn any of the wigs out in public. Everyone here knows me with the short-short hair, and I think I'd actually feel silly now busting out the wigs. I'll be working on getting over that and wearing them anyway.
- People in Canterbury are SO MUCH NICER than people in London - I think I'd have had a really hard time if I'd attended school here first and then moved to the big city. Everyone thanks the driver when they leave the bus, people allow other cars to turn or merge into traffic, people SMILE at each other... madness.
- Sometime last week when my housemate was out of town I took the garbage out and discovered we have a motion-activated light in the back yard. (Back garden.) ((I have a back yard!!!)) Much later that night when I was in bed, I got a good shock when the light flared up (my room overlooks the back). I freaked out just a little bit, as we don't have a gate or anything blocking off the back yard, but finally went back to sleep. Two days later, the same thing happened - this time I jumped to the window to try to eyeball the crazy psycho stalking college students in a quiet town, and saw... a fox. We have foxes in the back yards here in Canterbury, and they're big enough to set off the motion lights, which totally scare them away. He hasn't been back, in fact.
- I don't have classes on Fridays (or Mondays either, actually - how beyond ideal is THAT?!?) so the first week I hopped on the bus and rode out to Margate to see the ocean. It was a pleasant drive, though the countryside could have used some mountains - the only landmarks were what could have been a tower or a castle in the distance, and what definitely was a nuclear power plant not far enough away. The beach was OK - there was a heavy haze out on the water (I'm going to Dover soon, and I hope it's clear enough to see France) and it created some interesting visual effects. A couple of huge tankers were far enough out from shore to be sitting in the haze, and it made them look as if they were hanging a ways above the surface of the water. Nifty.
- I was checking out some Doctor Who mugs on amazon.co.uk (as you do) and I noticed a warning label:
 Not for sale to persons under the age of 18. By placing an order for this product, you declare that you are 18 years of age or over. This item must be used responsibly and appropriately. |
Seriously. And it's on all the mug listings - or 'mug shots', if you will. Apparently, MUGS are so inherently dangerous (the regular ones too, not just crazy novelty jobbies) that they may only be purchased (and presumably operated) by qualified adults. Thank you, Amazon.co.uk - I had no idea of the danger I was in! I will never be so cavalier about mug safety again!
- And to finish up, one of those very nice people rescued me from a potential bee attack - he was a very pretty undergrad from Essex (though he was definitely NOT a 'chav', he informed me - think the UK equivalent of someone from 'Jersey Shore'), and he swanned in to my rescue because he had happened to be stung by a bee himself just the day before... on the inside of his mouth. It flew right in, stung him, and his mouth puffed up like he was smuggling a baseball in his lip. (He, being British, did not actually use the baseball simile.) I am not making this up.
More later!
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