Damn you amazon!

decided to be a bit bold and daring today. thats right, i ordered shit online! (not literary, but until it arrives i guess its always a dark brown horse of a possibility) For what i thought was bargain prices. BUT it turns out theres this thing called "post and packaging" which adds a lot to your final bill. after having spent sooo long phaffing about with registration i had no choice but to comply, whilst her majestys royal mail laughs at me from their queens head shaped tower (with the 1st being the out-house) still, i got some books i really wanted and haven;t seen anywhere, plus the hugely underated Big O anime. not the smartest of things considering i have rent to pay but unfortunatly for the communists, buying stuff does tend to make you feel better. never thought i was one to let such a small thing as ownership go to my head, but i shall compensate for lending to anyone who asks.

watched a very sad film (lended by the lovey catherine, thankyou) titled dancer in the dark. it has bjork in it and is a semi musical so i was sold from the start. bit slow to begin but heads to a tear filled climax (just like me!) Fact is i love sad films and music. its like drinking a lot so you have a high tollerance for alcohol. so i down the sadness and blink hot itchy eyes so that when something genuinely bad happens, i won't be overwhelmed. given how lame i am it doesn't even need to be that big a thing. now lets see if i become an unfeeling machine or a well adjusted adult

thought of the day-I really really really hate being such a light sleeper/part time insomniac.