I cannot sleep.
I just read this post of mine from 25th feb 2005 (I like to reread my LJ, makes me feel powerful, like giant crab).
'Who is your celebrity soulmate?
The thinking woman's crumpet
You've invested time and energy into accumulating knowledge and satisfying your curiosity about the outside world. You know exactly what's going on in the world of the arts, you're up to speed on your politics and you've an opinion on just about everything. You need constant mental stimulation - theatre outings, book readings, art exhibitions - and conversations about them that go on into the night with someone who shares your passions and is absolutely your intellectual equal. Joseph Fiennes, Kenneth Branagh or Jeff Goldblum would keep you on your toes. Anything less would bore you to tears
mmmmmm jeff goldblum :D'
Interestingly enough Ralph Fiennes lives somewhere near Tatty D, and people keep seeing him. He smiled at my supervisor 3 times. THREE TIMES! Possibly I could stalk him down and ask him to introduce me to his Bro. then we could be married, probably under a blossom tree. Having said this, if marriage was proposed, I'd probably greatfully recline. Wikipedia informs me that he is eighth cousin of the Prince of Wales, and that shit is just nasty (although a duchy discount would be lovely). This renders this stream of consciousness irrelevent to most people, bar J Fienes, who now knows not to propose to me. which makes me actually want to marry him, just to proove I that could.
I had minor celeb spots, Duke spirit people. and Rob Ryan. in really tight cycling trousers. Someone else I really really recognised. hmm.
erm, tomorrow I am not going to see Jurassic park at the cinema. I am so sad! I want to be transported back to my childhood, to a time where I didn't know dinosaurs are so long gone, their skellatons aren't even original dinosaur anymore, and it was socially acceptable to hide behind the seat infront. Instead I am meeting my BF at trainstation. which will be ace as I haven't seen him for a month ish. *shudder*
The other day I found myself feeling slightly attracted to the uniqlo male manikins. They don't even have heads. It's not my fault, they were dressed preppy, all in one colour. shirts, jumpers, coloured jeans. mmm. If they had heads, they'd have side partings and glasses. or floppy hair and dark eyes. or stubble. mm. mm. etc. see, boyfriend is needed, hugs, jokes, hair ruffling :) yay.
bah. cannot sleep. crivens.
I went to see clarissa this weekend :) we went to wells, and lytes cary, which is near where my great granny was born, which makes me a little happy. Lytes Cary is a manor house. the house smells bad. it is full of charity shop junk. but the gardens are really really lovely. We also went to Somerton. Where we ate in a grave yard, threw our rubish in the wrong bin (I still feel quite bad about this) and climbed over a wall. also we saw a dead mouse. I found stroop waffles! which I ate many of in Amsterdam, but never found over here... not that I was looking super hard.
Wells is nice... it's britains smallest city. I got to meet Clarissa's boyfriend John, which was interesting as she had many suitors in the past who she rejected, so I finally found out what her type is! He is very nice, quietly spoken, tall, he got me an icecream! I can imagine him being a stable boy or farm boy in a 19th century novel, he has that sort of down to earth meekness and tallness.
In wells we had lunch, and just sort of wondered around, we went to see the cathedral which has a really ace clock with horses that race. Then we had the before mentioned Icecream.
Driving home was sad as I probably won't get to drive my car again for aaaaaaages, poor guy. I could take it to London, but I don't need it there. Plus I couldn't afford to run it anyway.
I reversed into a fence post on saturday :D
mm babbling.
I nearly launched into my elen degeneres/train/purple rain/ the time story then. but it is too late and I haven't slept eggs for time.
'Who is your celebrity soulmate?
The thinking woman's crumpet
You've invested time and energy into accumulating knowledge and satisfying your curiosity about the outside world. You know exactly what's going on in the world of the arts, you're up to speed on your politics and you've an opinion on just about everything. You need constant mental stimulation - theatre outings, book readings, art exhibitions - and conversations about them that go on into the night with someone who shares your passions and is absolutely your intellectual equal. Joseph Fiennes, Kenneth Branagh or Jeff Goldblum would keep you on your toes. Anything less would bore you to tears
mmmmmm jeff goldblum :D'
Interestingly enough Ralph Fiennes lives somewhere near Tatty D, and people keep seeing him. He smiled at my supervisor 3 times. THREE TIMES! Possibly I could stalk him down and ask him to introduce me to his Bro. then we could be married, probably under a blossom tree. Having said this, if marriage was proposed, I'd probably greatfully recline. Wikipedia informs me that he is eighth cousin of the Prince of Wales, and that shit is just nasty (although a duchy discount would be lovely). This renders this stream of consciousness irrelevent to most people, bar J Fienes, who now knows not to propose to me. which makes me actually want to marry him, just to proove I that could.
I had minor celeb spots, Duke spirit people. and Rob Ryan. in really tight cycling trousers. Someone else I really really recognised. hmm.
erm, tomorrow I am not going to see Jurassic park at the cinema. I am so sad! I want to be transported back to my childhood, to a time where I didn't know dinosaurs are so long gone, their skellatons aren't even original dinosaur anymore, and it was socially acceptable to hide behind the seat infront. Instead I am meeting my BF at trainstation. which will be ace as I haven't seen him for a month ish. *shudder*
The other day I found myself feeling slightly attracted to the uniqlo male manikins. They don't even have heads. It's not my fault, they were dressed preppy, all in one colour. shirts, jumpers, coloured jeans. mmm. If they had heads, they'd have side partings and glasses. or floppy hair and dark eyes. or stubble. mm. mm. etc. see, boyfriend is needed, hugs, jokes, hair ruffling :) yay.
bah. cannot sleep. crivens.
I went to see clarissa this weekend :) we went to wells, and lytes cary, which is near where my great granny was born, which makes me a little happy. Lytes Cary is a manor house. the house smells bad. it is full of charity shop junk. but the gardens are really really lovely. We also went to Somerton. Where we ate in a grave yard, threw our rubish in the wrong bin (I still feel quite bad about this) and climbed over a wall. also we saw a dead mouse. I found stroop waffles! which I ate many of in Amsterdam, but never found over here... not that I was looking super hard.
Wells is nice... it's britains smallest city. I got to meet Clarissa's boyfriend John, which was interesting as she had many suitors in the past who she rejected, so I finally found out what her type is! He is very nice, quietly spoken, tall, he got me an icecream! I can imagine him being a stable boy or farm boy in a 19th century novel, he has that sort of down to earth meekness and tallness.
In wells we had lunch, and just sort of wondered around, we went to see the cathedral which has a really ace clock with horses that race. Then we had the before mentioned Icecream.
Driving home was sad as I probably won't get to drive my car again for aaaaaaages, poor guy. I could take it to London, but I don't need it there. Plus I couldn't afford to run it anyway.
I reversed into a fence post on saturday :D
mm babbling.
I nearly launched into my elen degeneres/train/purple rain/ the time story then. but it is too late and I haven't slept eggs for time.