January 15th, 2007

Photo - leaves

Current goings on.

Quiet weekend for once. Been calculating my finances and have allocated myself £20 per week spending money until the end of February, by which point my bank account should be looking a bit more healthy (this takes into account booking up for Cats in Birmingham after I get paid next Friday). We were meant to try and sort out the bedroom (which basically involves putting the cuddly toys PROPERLY on top of the wardrobe and finding somewhere for all of my bags to live, in order to get rid of the two big boxes on the floor and gain some space again), but couldn't be bothered in the end.

Suffered with a headache on Sunday and had a nap after the EastEnders omnibus. Paul went to Richie's gig, I had a shower and watched Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events on DVD. That is all.

Brief update into the Life of BeX.

+ window still leaks. Suspect this may have to be fixed via landlord.
+ currently without washing machine since boiler refit, as Phil forgot to plug it in and I'm not sure if it was intentional or forgetful. Must ring Phil to find out.
+ subsequently need to do some washing
+ should phone grandmother to arrange her coming over for dinner. Can't be arsed.
+ am getting new phone tonight, a Motorola RAZR V3 (ph34r my inner poser) because my old Siemens is irritating me. Got it for £67.50 on eBay, brand new and boxed. Lovely.
+ current celebrity crush: Noel Fielding. I fear Boosh fangirling can only be a step away.
+ as a result of which I have started to like Russell Brand... for this I also blame The Big Fat Quiz of the Year, where Noel and Russell were teamed together. "The Goth Detectives" should be an actual series. And if there isn't Noel/Russell slash out there already, dude, there so should be.
+ addicted to Celebrity Big Brother and wanting Cleo to either win the show or lose her sanity totally.
+ should be internetted quite soon and all for under £30.00. Hurrah.
+ after which I will create and post a few new icon ideas: Little Britain meets Wellington snark, and some of my favourite bits from Jerry Springer: The Opera.

That's about it, I think.