My brother has weird (but useful) priorities.

He seems physically incapable of cleaning his house but when I went looking for the Cardiff pictures we took last time we were here, that he's been promising to send me for months (and hasn't), I found them right away in 'My Pictures' in a neatly labelled folder. Then my search for a disc to burn them to took all of five seconds because all the new, unwrapped ones are in neat racks of CD-Rs and DVD-Rs under the keyboard shelf.

... Unnatural but incredibly useful. Strange boy.

Unfortunately, my happiness took a serious denting tonight when my dad informed me that he'd seen on this morning's news that John Barrowman was getting married down by the Bay today but they hadn't told me until dinner because they knew I'd demand to be taken down there (hell, I would've walked the half hour to get there dammit!) to check it out. NOT BITTER AT ALL. Bastards. I'm *in Cardiff* when he gets married and do my parents make the effort to support my fangirlness, no. Not that I would've seen anything or really, you know, wanted to intrude but it would've been *nice* to just-- be around to coo a lot from a distance.

So. Sulking about that a bit. Maybe, a bit more than a bit. They could've at least *told* me.

Congrats to him anyway, bless him and his awesomeness. Here's hoping the next series of Torchwood is better, for all our sakes. There's a finite amount of insults I can come up with to scream at the man doing the camera work each week and I'm fast running out.

I should probably go to bed, since I have to be up early tomorrow for more shopping (ie. stuff I saw today and had to think about before buying but I've decided I want it.) I'm still up because my brother got Doctor Who's second series for Christmas and I was watching David and Billie's in-vision commentary on Doomsday. *heartbreak* I hope the new girl is good because I miss Billie already and I'll need something awesome to soothe the woe.

In other Boring News Of My Life Before I Go To Bed, I bought another pair of Converse today. *facepalm* Yeah. Total lost cause.

...

So. That Farscape collection I wanted has sold out.

Which, when everyone laughed at me when I was trying to insist I needed to get to the Nationwide to transfer money into my account to buy it yesterday before it sold out? Yeah. Is really fucking irritating. Really really really fucking irritating. Even more so when I could've bought it weeks ago if my dumb brother had just bothered to let me know he was giving me money instead of play.com vouchers for Christmas.

I cannot afford £180 for the complete collection. No way, not ever. Which means buying them all individually and...

And I was so not in the fucking mood for this tonight. Not at all.

edit: Almost bought the first season to compensate for the disappointment just now, but at play's current prices that's going to end up costing me abut $41 more for the set and that's stupid. I've got £90 of birthday/Christmas money combined (um, ignoring how much I spent in Cardiff today and yesterday. Yes. That didn't happen, honest) and if I'm going to buy one, I may as well buy the whole set because once I've got one, I'd be doomed to waste that extra £41. Which would nark at me something awful.

So. Shakespeare essay to do when I get back to Lancaster. My bribery for getting it researched, written and proof-read before the very last minute like I usually do essays -- the complete collection boxset. I'll just have to be very, very good for the rest of term (though to be honest, I would've spent £110 on the other one with the Peacekeeper Wars extra and I'm willing to bet I'd spend at least £70 over the ten weeks on going out clubbing. Which I don't do, so.)

In other news of DVDs, how can the BBC justify having a recommended retail price of £24.99 for *five episodes* of Torchwood? I know play has it for £17 but even that's a serious pushing of their luck. God, do they really think it's that good? Have they watched the first five episodes?

It's just not my night.

Joy, happiness, someone clearly loves me -- I just broke another tooth. Only, this one wasn't a simple little point breaking off, this was half the goddamn tooth. Broke it eating a *chip*. A soft fucking chip!

So it's to the dentist then. If my cousin who works there can get me an appointment given that I'm not registered anymore. I hate dentists more than possibly anything else in the entire universe, so that's a lovely late Christmas present for me and I just know once I'm there he'll start spotting all the other little things I've been determinedly ignoring like last week's chip and the in-need-of-a-filling-hole in my back tooth and this is a *private dentist I'm not registered with*, I can't afford a full scale war on my teeth problems right now.

I'm just going to curl up in a corner and be miserable for a while. When you make every effort to look after your teeth, stuff like this sucks beyond belief.

edit: To soothe my awful and terrible woe, added the two newest Doctor Who books I haven't read to my order for my long fiction reading list for next term. Because dammit, having teeth this annoying isn't fair.