Today, to commemorate/celebrate the last workshop of this semester, we had Mustache Monday! Everyone met up in town before workshop, then we bought some really cheap stick on mustaches and put them on before heading to uni. We got some seriously weird looks and a few comments, but it wasn't as embarrassing as I thought it would be. The worrying thing is, mine looked natural. I wish I'd had my hair down today coz I swear I just looked like a hairy man.
Last night I had a third dream about someone on my course. I wonder if I should be worried that he's showing up so often. I don't think I'm attracted to him; a few times I've felt a very protective urge towards him, but it felt more kind of mothering than fancying him. I dunno. He, also, has shown no preference for me so I don't think I really need to worry about it.
One day I will find my ginger Scotsman.
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