So, a little update.
After finding out Ebuyer.com has taken out another £99 from my bank, I canceled the card, so it can’t happen again, and that’ll give me time to sort stuff out. So, before I cancled it, I withdrew £50 to see me through untill I get my new card.

I should have taken a lot more out. Ya see I’ve now got £6.50 left.

I spent most of it today, at Kingston Lacy’s Craft and Gardn fair. I bought lawn camamile and dill plants [£2.50]; a waterproof picnic rug [£4.50]; a lilac fuffy scarf, that I’m wishing I hadn’t bought now, not that it’s not lovely it’s just.. I don’t know, I could have bought something better maybe [£12]; a wind chime made from cutlery and is very pretty [pictures to be taken later] [£20].

It’s odd, having money. I grew up being so frugal, saving everything in sight [because I was brought up to save for tomorrow]. I went to Uni and budgeted myself to death [nearly]. I was unemployed for godsknowshowlong and every time a birthday came along, I would really feel the pinch and wish that I could get better gifts. And now I’ve money and it’s hard not to be frugal and it’s hard not to feel guilty after a spending splurge. It’s hard to remember the idioms: ‘You only live once, so enjoy yourself’ and ‘you can’t take it with you’. I feel old before my time. Do other 20 yr olds suffer this same crisis of consience whenever they reach for their wallet?

*sigh* And I just know the kitty kat is going to have been subcounciously analysing everything I just said…

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My dress has arrived! My dress has arived! I’m soooo happiiiiiiiiiiie!!!

[---!Explanation---
Last november I payed for two oriental style dresses; one ciruse, the other cream. The ciruse one I got on the day as there was one in my size available, the other I had to order, as there wasn't one in my size. The cream one was the one I was planning to get married in [I may or may not now, it depends]. They told me I would probably get it some time after christmas. So I waited, and waited, and it’s finally arrived!!! It came with a little note apologising proufously, and with two boxes of rose incense as a peace offering.
—End explanation—]

OMGOMG I can’t belive I got it finally. YAAAAAY!

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Okay boys, let’s play a prank!
drip… drip
Oh, no! Wait, she’s getting stressed, better not do anything.
-stressing, stressing. Still stressing-
-Saturday night. Home alone. Bottle of wine-
-relax…-
‘Kay boys, here we go!
gushhhhhhhhh

Arsing body *glares*

So, I woke up this morning and it was today. Then sometime around mid morning it became tommorow. Which may explain why until an hour from home time the day went really quickly, then at 1600 I realised it was still today, and the last hour dragged sooooo much [Tomorrow would be dnd]

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There’s this dude, who reads my blog, and who’s photos I am currently purusing, and I have no clue who they are! Isn’t the ‘net great?

See, if the whole world could be like this, it’d be fantastic. Oh, but first we have to shoot all the bigots. Time to get the kerosene and hob-nailed boots then

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I was just watching some behind the sceens Dr Who thing, and it started with a shot of the earth and the moon and I was so expecting a pink arrow to appear pointing to the Earth with a tag saying, ‘Mostly harmless’.

Which reminds me, I wonder when I’ll get time to do that ‘ultimate cross-over’ fan-fic thingy…

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I am home-alone. I have wine. I have music. I am reading people’s blogs. I am strangely happy….

[However my alcohol tolerance has gone down. One glass of white @ 11% and I'm tipsy. Oh dear... Just remind me not to drink the whole bottle. Friends don't let friends post drunk ]

Edit: Well what’d'ya know? Third glass and I’m almost pissed….
Edit 2: Kay, so I drunk thwe whgole bottle and then calledf anyd and I cant remember what I saud, but I think I made sense and I’m lyke well drunk now, Tounge’s gone numb. I have resistedf the urge to post somethibngb stupid @ spacefem. I just can’t type right noe
Yay weine

Edit again: it amazes me that while I can’t type right, I cahn still rememver and type correctly my passwords. I’m goooood

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In reguard to what Andy wrote on this subject, I’ve come to realise Dr Who’s not quite as bad as all that.
Sure, the plots are flaky, things don’t really tie in and the suspention of dibelive required is astronomical, but the emotion bits really are quite touching, and some of the one liners are brilliant.
Lets hope it keeps getting better

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