It's been a while.

I'm such a rebel. Feast Day walkathon was today, and I didn't even go. I have a viable excuse: I WAS SICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK. I swear to God my head is in 9843980349803480940893 different types of 'owwwwwwwww'. So I stayed in bed, skulked fanfiction.net, and watched Gosford Park; one of my favourite FAVOURITE movies. Clive Owen and Ryan Philippe are total babes. Might chase up the Horatio Hornblower (I can hear you snickering, you know) DVDs as well. Historically accurate and Ioan Gruffudd is yum.

2, 4, 6, 8

Cloke can't kick straight

LEAD THEM TO VICTORY, NICKY

This is a picture post.

Ioan Gruffudd.

A Room with a View

Ben Barnes as Dorian Gray

Ben Barnes again...

Jason Isaacs, just for Mama who has loved him for years.

UP THE FUCKING 'PIES

So I've just got back from the Show. Let me tell you something: Going on the Breakdance/Matterhorn/Gravitron/Hard Rock in the pouring rain? BIG MISTAKE. HUGE.
/i feel like watching Pretty Woman.

excuses

WHY CAN'T I STOP LISTENING TO THE MORNING BENDERS

Vi would love them, their lead singer is Asian and so is their bassist. They remind me heaps of The Beatles, and even then, their lead singer's dead stare gives me the fucking creeps.

treat it like a capital crime; everybody's doing the time

I HATE DESIGN GRAPHICS.

The girl who sits to the left of me won't stop gloating about how good her work is. She gave me a fucking 7/10 on the day we critiqued each other's work. A 7/10. Now, I can understand that, because a lot of people don't know about indie art/artwork, but to hear her going on about how her invitation is so awesome just pisses me off.