Ibid and I made the half-hour up-two-hills walk to campus early, so she could go to a medical centre appointment. After that, we were going to go into town, but Ibid had left the cheque she needed to send off at home, so we headed back to her house, then went townwards (another half hour trip). I was most annoyed because my main reason for my trip there was to get my watch fixed - and the watch fixing place was closed! We also got rained on, despite the beautiful weather Canterbury has been experiencing of late. The place hates me, I'm sure, for it knows I have abandoned it.

I bought 24 more shagbands, the new Iron Maiden album and Ibid f00lishly took me to the display of "reduced to £1" books in Waterstone's. Obviously, most of these were of no interest to anyone, but us being us, I was unable to resist a study of modern girlhood and a true story of a gay bloke coming out at Woodstock, and Ibid purchased more volumes. Oh well, at least they were cheap.

Also, since I don't have enough black tops that fit me, I agonised over The Indoor Market's selection of cheap long-sleeved small black t-shirts. The most visually appealing ones were Sum 41's and Cradle Of Filth's, but really, did I want to tell the world I like either of these bands? (I do like Sum 41, though not enormously, and although I couldn't get into Cradle Of Filth when I first listened to them three years ago, I suspect I might be able to now.) And if so, who would I prefer to show an appreciation for? In the end, I went for an Offspring one, since it looked quite cool, I quite like them, other people my age wear their shirts, and they're not horrendously controversial, despite the fact that two out of the three subcultures I identify with best (goths, classic metallers and extreme metallers) will disapprove. The woes of being a size eleven female who has a wide taste in music and already owns a Rammstein t-shirt! (Actually I have very narrow taste in music and only ever listen to Arch Enemy, unless I'm out somewhere. But you've got to wear something: I've had my fill of being stopped by the police, thank you.)

Then we went back to Ibid's house (up a hill) and then we went to her first lecture. Well, I'd never been to a Social Anthropology lecture before, I wanted to know what it was like! It was not very interesting, but An Experience, nonetheless.

Ibid then went home, only to return to campus for a film soc quiz, then go into town! Meanwhile, I stayed on campus for a bit (I was most distressed to discover Keynes Bar has been redesigned, so that it is very dark, most of the seats are hideously uncomfortable, and it's called, deliberately I presume, The K Bar! [K Bar! K Bar!]) then went to the Hobgoblin to meet various disgruntled Beercartians, for the Beercart is closed this week. (See what I mean about Canterbury hating me?) I had a good time, though, and met new peoples!

- a girl from the Canterbury goths mailing list
- Fangkit who I have heard mentioned on livejournal many a time
- a girl who goes to York University! What are the odds? She was nice and said she'd be happy to show me round. w00t!
- someone else, but can I remember who? Nooooooo.

Then Ibid and I walked Ibidlandward yet again where I was kept awake by her housemates for many hours. I hold no grudge though, since my body has forgotten how to sleep, and I'm sure we were as bad three years ago, singing rude versions of Christmas carols at 2am.