Nine to go!

Berkeley also doesn't love me.

In other news, I had a really yummy porcini mushroom pasta sauce for dinner! (I had it with pasta. And a piece of British bacon. And a salad of baby spinich with fresh musroom on top. Followed by a digestive biscut.) And I got hair accessories yesterday because my hair is now long enough to be either a source of annoyance or entertainment. So today I French-braided it into two pigtails... less Pippi-Longstockingish than it sounds:

Now I have the "Pippi Longstocking" theme song in my head....

Oh, and, yes, I took a picture of the back of my own head. It was a bit difficult... Yes, I'm a spaz. My flatmates were talking today about getting me committed because I was talking to my biscuits. I told them the danger point comes when the biscuits talk back. Albeit, earlier I had been laughing manically about how cute my apple was and how little it suspected that I was about to devour it. It was really cute, too--very small. Ironically, from a fruit stand called The Big Apple. Which has a picture of the Statue of Liberty on its sign. Despite being located in Birmingham, England.