I got my hair trimmed today. My hair's been having that "before" look, like those before pictures when they show makeovers. My hair's been really frizzy and unhealthy looking. At first I attributed it to the type of layering. And then I attributed it to the English weather.
The English weather did do the trick to get the frizzies going, but it sure made my hands less dry.
Anyway, I've always had the proceeding hairline too; I just keep getting new hair, and my hairline is moving forward. My hairdresser finally figured out what the issue was. I'm growing more new hair. And my hair has a curl to it. I feel like I have all this long thick hair with a layer of moss around my scalp or something.
She noticed my hair isn't as thick as it used to be, and she noticed it's also curlier. I guess it wasn't my imagination. My only solution is blow dry and style it. Grr! She tried talking me into getting a hair straightener. I still don't want to give in!
I guess a while ago (and still am, to a point), I was shedding a lot. I don't know if it was the natural end to my hair life cycle or maybe I was under more stress than I thought. Anyway, I am getting new hair.
Last night P and I watched [u]Kinsey[/u]. It was good, but I'd hate to be with a man who got so obsessive about his work. And I just find it fascinating that he had such an open marriage. Watching that movie just made me want to re-read my textbooks. I guess we have moved forward quickly in terms of sex research and literature. There are so many books out there on sex techniques. When I first learned about his work in school, I didn't even think much of it.
So anyway, I forgot to post the postcard I sent myself from Cabridge, and I forgot to mention that T flirted with JB quite a bit :roll::
[i]Sept. 7, 2005
Dear Rosie,
Today T and I had a late start to our day. JB gleefully told me that I snore. How embarrassing.[/i] [I know I snore when I'm extremely tired.] [i]We had lunch and a chauffered pnting ride, and walked around the university and tried to take photos. Today's the day I've taken themost photos. Right now, T and I are waiting for JB at the La Mimosa, which is an Italian bar and cafe overlooking the water. Some Italian guy gave me his mobile number on the street.[/i][Oh yeah, he was the one who walked by me and came back and struck up a conversation with me. He started off by asking me if I spoke French.][i]This place smells like garlic and poo.
TTFN, Amanda[/i]
The aroma of garlic in the restaurant was fabulous!! But the smell of the water near where we sat was not as pleasant, I guess!
[b]Day 8: Paignton[/b]
I don't have any pics to show from this day because I didn't take very many or they turned out horribly. T and I got a ride with JB to the bus depot this morning. We said bye on the bus. T and I were taking the train to Paignton. We got back to London by train and then we Tubed, and then we trained again.
It was quite a long journey. We left for the 10:15 train from Cambridge and arrived in Paignton around 3:30. Lugging our suitcases wasn't that fun.
We stayed at Mrs. H's. For an 85 year old, she's still got it -- very independent and healthy for the most part. She kind of looked like Mrs. Doubtfire to me. T pointed out her big boobs. A lot of English women have big boobs and slender limbs, I noticed. And a lot of the older women have a lot of neck skin, like a turkey's. I won't go into the teeth thing now.
I was thankful we had somewhere to stay for free, but we couldn't really come and go as freely as I had thought we'd be able to. I;d never met this woman before or T's co-worker, but I guess it was like staying with a family member or friend where you have to spend some time with them.
We'd spend a couple of hours in the morning and in the evening just chatting with her. It was fine the first couple of days, but we stayed with this woman for around a week. And she'd tell the same stories. And she talked about people I didn't know. It was better for T because she knew the people. But I definitely felt like I knew the family by the time I left :roll:
Anyway, after T and I arrived at Mrs. H's, we ate (quiche, pastries, a few leaves of lettuce, and half a tomato), and then we walked around Paignton a bit.
Paignton is a fairly tiny town, but I swear it's made for families and old people. On the main drag, which Mrs. H called Junkie Street, was full of games...like the kind where you put money in and try to grab a stuffed animal. They also had little mechanical rides. And some casino type games. She calls it Junkie Street because all the stores there sell junk. I guess Paignton is your typical small town.
Nonetheless, it looks to be a popular place for vacations. The cost of houses there were astronomical! It's in a pretty area, too. It's just that everything there looks old and decrepit.
posted by: Jimmy (reply)
post date: 07.20.07 (10:44 pm)
Do english women have bigger boobs than french women?