Everyone else left for break today (Spain), but I don't leave until Tuesday, so I'm hangin' out here solo. I don't really have a whole lot going on and can't think of any sights I want to see, so I'm just kinda bee-boppin' around--getting in some "Becky time". I went shopping (bought some bathing essentials), strolled around the neighborhood, and did my first--yes, FIRST--round of laundry since I've been here. It cost me £5 to wash and £1.60 to dry, which is about $13.15, but it's done! Hurray! Then, I made some lunch, folded my laundry, and relaxed for a bit, checking out some websites of prospective future job opportunities I found. When I'd had enough, I went back out to campus the neighborhood and eventually ended up at a pub to have dinner and a pint. And on my way home, I decided to write a blog entry mentioning a few things.

-There's a church around the corner with a plaster (or some other material) Jesus on a wood cross... but Jesus only has one arm.

-Riding with a British driver is like riding with one of your friends who gives you reason to fear for your life, but swears they're a good driver, and never gets into an accident. I have yet to see a fender bender here, yet drivers swerve around each other and speed down crowded streets without thinking twice.

-Whereas in America, motorcyclists are expected to stay within the lines and obey the same traffic rules as cars, here, they squeeze and zig-zag around cars with ease.

-Cars park facing both directions on both sides of the road. So, it's acceptable to cut through oncoming traffic to back into a parking spot on the opposite side of the road.

-Iaian Archer is my new love. He's not a real, date-able boy; he's a musician I've taken a liking to. Go to http://www.iainarcher.co.uk/ and click on Listen, if you care to hear his stuff. He's formerly of Snow Patrol, one of my favorite bands, and is now doing his own thing.

-I've been having the craziest of dreams lately. Last night, it had something to do with being caught in every natural disaster imaginable and, somehow, not dying.

-We've all noticed that people with babies or pets get really weird when you fuss over / smile at their baby or pet, and we couldn't understand why. I mean, in the States, it's pretty common to look at someone's small child, think "aww, how cute", and shell out a huge grin. Well, Leah asked one of her co-workers and found that British people tend not to trust others, and tend to feel that people who smile at their child or pet are being creepy and might possibly want to steal it. Well!

That's all I can think of for now.