"I have the heart and stomach of a concrete elephant!"

I really, really love Amazon sometimes. One of these times is today. See, I ordered shinies on Thursday and they got here today. I wasn't expecting them until Monday. *dance of pure joy*

One of these items was the complete Prime Suspect boxset. The other was the Channel 4 drama, Elizabeth I. If you are sensing a pattern, and your Moog-love radar is bleeping like it's about to explode, you are right. 

And I didn't open the parcel until 20 minutes ago. I used it as incentive to do Maths coursework, in which I simplified a hideous piece of algebra that took the width of an A4 page to write out, and then a History Mock exam paper, and then Physics.

And now it is time for CSI: NY and then some Helen Mirren fangirling! I need a Helen Mirren icon.

Note: I apologise in advance for either tomorrow night or Monday. It is the BAFTAS tomorrow. BAFTAS. I adore the things. It means I sit with a tub of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice-cream and a note-pad and gleefully squeal over the films and the pretty people. Judge me not. I also type up my (often slightly giddy and usually vaguely incoherant) notes and I shall be plonking them here, as I did last year. Although this year I shall be dvd-recording the glorious event, so there may be accompanying pictures!

Yes, shut up. I love the Baftas more than anything else. I cannot watch the Oscars. The Oscars are all non-talent orientated. The Baftas are amazing and are my yearly drug of choice.

YAYE BAFTAS OMG.

ETA: Oooh, also it is my half-term this week and this also happens to be a week of femslash_today's porn battle! Yaye also for crazy femslash pr0n writing!

"I have the heart and stomach of a concrete elephant!"

I really, really love Amazon sometimes. One of these times is today. See, I ordered shinies on Thursday and they got here today. I wasn't expecting them until Monday. *dance of pure joy*

One of these items was the complete Prime Suspect boxset. The other was the Channel 4 drama, Elizabeth I. If you are sensing a pattern, and your Moog-love radar is bleeping like it's about to explode, you are right. 

And I didn't open the parcel until 20 minutes ago. I used it as incentive to do Maths coursework, in which I simplified a hideous piece of algebra that took the width of an A4 page to write out, and then a History Mock exam paper, and then Physics.

And now it is time for CSI: NY and then some Helen Mirren fangirling! I need a Helen Mirren icon.

Note: I apologise in advance for either tomorrow night or Monday. It is the BAFTAS tomorrow. BAFTAS. I adore the things. It means I sit with a tub of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice-cream and a note-pad and gleefully squeal over the films and the pretty people. Judge me not. I also type up my (often slightly giddy and usually vaguely incoherant) notes and I shall be plonking them here, as I did last year. Although this year I shall be dvd-recording the glorious event, so there may be accompanying pictures!

Yes, shut up. I love the Baftas more than anything else. I cannot watch the Oscars. The Oscars are all non-talent orientated. The Baftas are amazing and are my yearly drug of choice.

YAYE BAFTAS OMG.

ETA: Oooh, also it is my half-term this week and this also happens to be a week of femslash_today's porn battle! Yaye also for crazy femslash pr0n writing!