clo_again: (Howl's Moving Castle - Happily Ever Afte)
Not likely to be around until Saturday, since I'll be in Manchester for the day tomorrow (twenty-first birthday present shopping. I'm not sure whether to be excited or depressed about how old it makes me feel) so no LJ. I should probably be asleep right now given that the fic I recced last entry kept me awake until 3am last night and I STILL CRIED even though I knew what it was about going in. Actually, I cried more. I'm turning into such a sap in my old age.

Had a fire alarm right as I got to the tense part of the latest Spooks episode earlier. NOT AMUSED. Ruined the moment a little, it must be said. Damned flat four and their stupid door-propping-openness. Ggrr. Not that I generally understand what goes on in Spooks anyway except to worry over Adam being such an idiot *all the time* but doesn't mean interrupting tense moments is any less annoying. At least I'd finished dinner. Eh. Silver linings.

Tired. Bed. Mmmm. Also, note to self: must see if I can restock on Oreos tomorrow. They have a giant food department at... Selfridges I think it was. I thought two boxes would last me at least half the term. Yeah, right. Like *that* was going to happen.

...Stupid awesome cookies.
clo_again: (Doctor Who - Rose)
For years I've been listening to this song on About A Boy and wanting it because it's the kind of song that gets stuck in your head forever if you can't listen to it to make it go away. It's totally one of my happy place songs, that will always, always make me smile whenever I hear it no matter how terrible a mood I'm in. Even if just because the tune is so damn *bouncy*--

Anyway. Here. Something to Talk About - Badly Drawn Boy.

In unrelated news, think I'm developing a silly girly crush on Rupert Penry-Jones who plays Adam in Spooks. I knew there was a reason I found him so hard to dislike in Casanova; even when he was being an utter bastard, he was a sexy utter bastard and oh, my god I want to watch Casanova again. I really do and I can't because I need to actually get to bed before 4am tonight.

To conclude; Rupert = pure, angsty sex on legs. Me = enjoying it waaaay too much. Yes. Mmmmm.

I've been told I'm being dragged out clubbing Thursday night. The jury is, as of yet, out on whether or not I'm going to be taken quietly.

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