i never should have let them dance...

So that thing I said about working didn't happen.

Instead - partly because I'm bored and partly because I haven't done one of these shallow, time -consuming lists for a while - I thought I'd make a little chart of weird people I quite fancy right now. Right, here goes...

1. Domhnall Gleeson - Bill Weasley. I think that says it all, but in case it doesn't, he's Irish. And ginger. Yikes.
2. Mark Heap - Yes, he's the guy who plays Alan Statham, but he is also the guy who plays Brian in Spaced. I have been watching a lot of Spaced lately, and as a result, my perception of reality has become blurred. This means I find this man quite attractive. I did say it was a list of weird people...
3. David Morrisey - He was in the Christmas 'Poirot' AND he is Colonel Brandon in Sense and Sensibility. A little on the old side, but enigmatic nonetheless.
4. Simon Amstell - Quite funny. Also quite gay. Hmm...
5. Dimitri - From the animated film 'Anastasia'. Duh. He may have been my first love and is solely responsible for my fascination with Russia.
6. Christina Hendricks - Simply for the fact that she could crush most of the brittle women in Hollywood just by sitting on them and is still shit hot.
7. Ed Miliband - Just a bit. Just a little teeny bit.

I couldn't think of three more, and I didn't want to spend longer than half an hour thinking about this. Some would call that a waste of time.

for richer, for poorer, in fiction and in wealth...

I have realised that when I make sweeping, unsubstantiated commentsin this blog, these comments are challenged and turned on their head (or just mocked) by the people who read this, resulting in me feeling a bit naive, or faintly amused at the intimidating intelligence of some of the people in my life. So yes, what I am trying to say (in the longest sentence ever) is that I need to be careful.

This is how I would usually start this post:

Now, as you know, I will never get married. I do not believe that the institution of marriage can offer me anything in my life. I am fiercely independent and I will never need a man to complete me. I am already whole. BUT, if I were to change my mind (though this is unthinkable), these men would probably be the only ones in the world that I could bear to marry.

...

So though I love writing ranty paragraphs, it may be time to refine my thought processes and write like a grown up. I probably shouldn't have chosen this post to try it, but nevertheless, here is my second effort...

I may never marry. Never say never, but I'm not sure it's really for me. In the words of Summer (of '500 Days of Summer' fame) "I just don’t feel comfortable being anyone’s girlfriend. I don’t actually feel comfortable being anyone’s anything". Now, replace the word 'girlfriend' with 'wife' and you're getting close to my way of thinking. I'm sure many people have happy, healthy marriages, but I don't really like making compromises or admitting that I am wrong. And I'm scared of foetuses. And foetus-presence is implied in the holy sacrament, etc, of marriage.

Nevertheless, there are a few people in this world (none of whom I have met) I believe I could put up with forever and ever:

• James McAvoy - The original, the best. Plus, he already seems to be making one marriage work, and therefore is an expert.
• Conor Oberst - It wouldn't be the most cheerful household ever, but we could have sad, gaunt children who would be musical prodigies and have weird eyes.
• Robert Webb - Mostly because of this (which I robbed shamelessly), partly because of this.
• Joseph Gordon-Levitt - He stole my heart when I first watched Ten Things I hate About You (I think I was 12) and I never really got it back.
  
• Jonny Lee Miller - He plays Mr Knightley in the good version of 'Emma' and is the master of twinkly eyed disapproval. He was married to Angelina Jolie, however who is stunningly beautiful and I'm... well... not.
  
• Auden - dead and gay. At least my taste is original...
• Remus Lupin.
• Simon Amstell.
• Atticus Finch.
• Bill Murray.
• John Hannah.

I feel like the last few need no explanation.

Tory glory...

Have you ever seen Oliver and Company? The film is lame, but when I saw this, I couldn't help but think that this dog is a bit like the streetwise main character (also a dog. This could explain the resemblance). The thought of a politically active, thrill-seeking dog is strangely comforting on this day of mourning and general woe.

So we are effectively without government. It's quite exciting, though it was a disappointing night for everybody really. Of course I stayed up all night so I'm well and truly shattered today. I'm also dealing with the realisation that I now live in a Tory constituency. The West Midlands itself is almost entirely blue, with the important exception of Birmingham. It's places like Halesowen and Dudley which are the real surprises. I can think of nowhere more working class, so it seems odd that the majority voted Conservative. I can't really imagine that their community will thrive under right-wing rule, but maybe it's time for someone else to be under constant public scrutiny for a change.

One good thing has come out of this election, however. I have discovered that I really quite fancy David Milliband. My crushes seem to be becoming more and more middle aged and
demure. In my opinion this is no bad thing, though I'm sure there are a few psychologists in the world who would disagree...

Lost in Coventry...

Today has been terrible. I completely messed up my French exam and as a result I have been in a foul mood all day. Yes, I know you thought I was delightful all the time, and that I live my life with all the grace and charm of a unicorn, but I'm afraid I must disappoint. Today I have all the grace and charm of a sloth. An old sloth. In pyjamas.

I had a complete panic on Monday night with the realisation that my history coursework was due in the next day, not today as I had been convinced. This resulted in a distinct lack of sleep on Monday night. Propped up with Lemsip and caffeine, I managed to make the deadline. I spent the weekend with my smelly big sister in Leamington. My mum and I went for a meal with her and we made a quick visit to Coventry Cathedral which was lovely. Luckily I didn't stay with Helen on Monday night as I had intended. I really would have been in quite a lot of poo...

Tonight I'm celebrating the fact that all my coursework has been handed in and I don't have any more exams for forty eight days. As a result, I'm going to watch Lost In Translation which always calms me down (particularly when, like today, mean, bullying men make me feel about as big as a flea). It's just so good! I love Scarlett Johansson at the best of times, but in this, she is just wonderful, Bill Murray is a definite old man crush and some of the locations are just ace... It seems that in most of my favourite films, nothing really happens, and this is no exception. Right, I'm watching it!

Also, if you get the time, listen to Antony and the Johnsons. They have a really unique, lovely sound. 'Hope there's Someone' is gorgeous and my favourite song at the moment...

Is it weird that I find Laurie strangely attractive?

I've got back into House lately. It is Brilliant. Completely and utterly, wonderfully fantastic. I have a lot of it on DVD but really haven't watched much for a couple of years. The trouble is, once you watch one episode, it is really rather difficult to refrain from watching another. This tends to lead to a whole day completely wasted and with A-levels looming, I'm not really sure I can afford to waste days.

This holiday is awesome. Three whole weeks off, and so far it's sailing by nicely. I managed to haul myself down the road for the dawn service at five thirty(!) in the morning on Easter Sunday for the dawn service. Now, I have hardly been a consistent church-goer over the past couple of years, but it was really nice to be there. I love the dawn service and I haven't missed one for about five years, which I think is pretty impressive. The service is always long and serious with lots of readings and lots of dramatic pauses. I used to find it dull, but this year, perhaps because I barely go to church anymore, it was just good. I'm not being very articulate. As I get older, my faith seems to waver. I'm not saying I suddenly have reverted back to blind belief, but Easter is surely a time to think about all these things. So that's what I'm doing. Also, if you ever find yourself a bit sad, a half hour, moonlit walk at five o'clock, blasting Radiohead and dancing because there is nobody around to see it really sorts you out. Not that I did this. I was just, you know, saying...

I have just redrafted my second piece of History Coursework and now I intend to move on to English. FML.