I've been busy. With nothing. Really nothing. I have been avidly following Natalie Dee and now desperately want a t-shirt, for which I have no money. I also want/need money for about five thousand books (half of which are presents) and half a dozen movies, cds and a trip to Paris.
Did I mention that I am going to Paris this Easter? It sort of hit me today... Like, really hit me. And now I'm kinda terrified. Because I really don't think the French will like me. I mean, I am clumsy and when I say 'Pardon?' it sounds like I'm a pirate (no really. All I need is the 'aaaarrrrrr' and we're good to go). I mean, I'm taking German lessons, not French. What went wrong and why am I not going back to Berlin?
I have also started watching 'Star Wars: The Clone Wars Television Series' and thus far all I have to say is that the voice that introduces (at least in the first few eps) cracks me up! I am sorry, but I cannot take him seriously.
BUT THAT IS NOT WHY I AM HEEEEREEE!! I am here, because I have been watching BBC's Merlin, season 3. And the first episode turned me into a mega-force of emotion. No, really. There was joy and laughter and moments when I really wanted to slam my head hard against the desk (and it's all mostly Uther's fault) and I even bit my nails (which I neverever do)
(and naturally, there will be spoilers. For the whole season. Because I may not have seen it all, but wikipedia told me I just know)
( 'Define 'Dollop Head' ' )