This Is Not A Democracy

Jason and I went shopping, today. He had a casting in town and I had nothing better to be, so I met him in HMV Oxford Street, and that was the start of a heady descent into spending way too much money. But on cheap stuff.

The collection:

CDs:
Greatest Hits: Fleetwood Mac (£5)
Greatest Hits: Thin Lizzy - double album (£13)

DVDs:
Saving Private Ryan
Philadelphia (one of my all-time favourite movies, from which my all-time favourite song comes)
Brokeback Mountain
Romeo+Juliet
Catch-22
(total 5 for £30 with cunning Virgin Addict discount= 5:£20.00)

Food:
Pizza Hut - my shout.
(total food= £16.02 - left a £20.00)

Social:
Coffee with (~£4.00)
Psychic Development (£7.50)

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JJ thoroughly impressed me by walking into Virgin and immediately picking up Brokeback Mountain. And buying it. He's straight. And just went to a casting for 'burly, hairy men' to play Vikings. And he unashamedly walked into Virgin and picked up The Gay Cowboy Movie.

Seriously proud of him for that. He didn't even think anything of it until I told him he was awesome.

However, I am now left with the following list of DVDs I've bought recently and not watched (or even unwrapped)

1. Dead Poets Society
2. Office Space
3. Stand By Me
4. Romeo+Juliet
5. Catch-22
6. Brokeback Mountain
7. Saving Private Ryan
8. Philadelphia
9. Memphis Belle
10. Quadrophenia
11. A Clockwork Orange
12. The Meaning of Life
13. Stargate: SG-1 (season three)


Dammit.

I then went back to Treadwell's, having already introduced Jason to its wonders, and bumped into Ella - so we went for coffee and came back in time to chat with the Rebeccas before they went off for a night out and I went downstairs to hang out with my gay psychic friends. Felt much more comfortable, this week. The guys from last week feel more like friends now, and it was weird to have people intruding in the group as newbies. It was an enormous group tonight - and as it's supposed to be a closed circle something will have to be done, as that many people just doesn't work. Ian's talking about splitting it up. Possibly so some of us end up in Team A. Not sure if I'll like that.

Either way - I get a really good feeling about him, he's really nice and down to Earth and seems to have the same view of being psychic that I do. He's very much into the paranormal side, rather than what he calls 'Aunt Bessie' - which is the old ladies in strings of pearls standing on stage getting messages in church. It's cool. I'm glad I discovered the group.

So, the abbreviated version of the weekend...

Good God, I'm bloody knackered! We've been up pretty early both days to do the play (which has gone swimmingly, I should note - what a pleasant, talented bunch these chaps are) and up late doing the evening performances. I have Monday and Tuesday without performances but I still have to work. Wah.

Certain people are still behaving oddly. Veeery oldly. Not that I object, especially, but it's a bit... odd. If I'm honest, I couldn't much care either way, but I don't like being confused.

Still haven't seen a certain other person for a while. Why must the pretty ones be so elusive?

I need to learn to drive. I'm so jealous of Christian's freedom.

Atlantis season three. Jury is still out. The only consistent secondary is vaguely annoying. I hope that improves. It's still not the same without the familiar old faces from season one.

The next two days will be filled with website and writing. I'm knackered. It'll mostly be crap.

I should really go to bed. I'm just afraid that I won't wake up in time, tomorrow.

I hope I get to see the Pretteh.