I spent my £2 coin today. I was in a charity shop trying to work out a) how the hell anyone ever finds fashion treasures in what I can only describe as a sea of multicoloured christmas jumpers and ski suits and b) where I could find an effeminate yet masculine item of clothing for my imaginary camp 17-year-old boy who I'm supposed to be designing an item of clothing for. Just as i was about to rescue Lindsey from the 2nd hand book section and all it's temptations I spotted, sitting on a shelf as mint as if it were in Waterstones with barely a crease on the spine.... "The Time Travellers Wife". Those who haven't read this book should, those who have should worship it and they certainly shouldn't banish it to Bernados. I was in shock - it's one of the best books I ever read, certainly it was my book of '04. I didn't buy it for me. I have been selling it to Debs since the dawn of time and when I saw a chance to buy it for her for £1.75 I didn't blink. I like to think that I improved her day quite a lot when she got home - giving presents makes me all fuzzy inside, sentimental old fool that I am! But alas it did mean the sacrifice of my D-day anniversary £2 coin. If it is meant to be we will meet again. Besides £2 is too much to hang on to!! I also bought 'James McTavish aged 17' a fetching yellow shirt. I'd wanted pink but it doesn't go with the fetching red 'thing' I was given as my piece to work on. Long and short -I hate textiles. But that little phrase isn't going to help me a lot. What would help is a small but powerful 2-day virus akin to the sick bug I had on Chrismas Eve 2003. Unfortunately, as you can tell by its previous timing, those bugs never strike when they're needed. I'd rather be shivering under my duvet with the old washing up bowl on my knees than pick up a needle tomorrow. What things we suffer....

Also on mine and Lindseys impromtu shopping trip at 3pm I bought:

My long-awaited oil bars in red, blue, white and black

And a book of tasteful nude photos by a selection of revered photographers. It's art of course- really it is. Without sounding too cliched the human body, especially in it's female form (ahem) is one of the world's most perfect shapes. Although that doesn't make certain types of porn any more appealing!

It's 'Lost' in 5 so I will catch up with you after a short bout of goggle-boxing!!

".... nanananaNA, nanananaNA...." Kaiser Chiefs

Do you know what I have done. I have foregone the last half of the E4 next episode of Lost (which, if I'm honest I shouldn't have been watching anyway but the channel 4 episode ended on such a cliffhanger...) to do other stuff. Namely this and my new hobby - late-night design sheets. But let's do this first.....

The kitchen table is back from its holiday in EG. In it's absence everything that had been on top of it, TV excepted, was put on the left hand counter. Along with the Himalayan amount of washing-up that just won't go away- all our cutlery is extinct. Debs was drinking Frij chocolate milk out of a wine glass. I think we're all looking forward to getting the hell out of here! Also to report is the weather- yesterday the rain stopped. Today the pond in the quad froze over for the morning so we're back to the frost again- hooray. It was lovely blue sky and crisp air for all! And I got to wear 'Scarfzilla' again, if only to give the impression that my neck has disappeared. Sat woth Alana most of the morning as I wrote 'James McTavish's' back story. He acts camp to get the girls and his nickname is 'Adam'. There's loads more -Keren endeered herself to me by saying how funny it was. Maybe I should try and pick up the novel again - it had such a promising start! But why do I have to sew for this bastard anyhow?!All I ave to work with is a yellow shirt and a long red sack with straps. Cara got a kilt yesterday which turned out to be pure new wool and very expensive- I think she's selling it on Ebay! Helped Cara with her backstory (too long to explain but I ended up making up a tale about two victorian children called William and Prudence....it's all most interesting) and sampled some of Alana's music which is a little hard-core for me.

Incidently this brings me to the niggle for the day- why do people make such a big deal about bands 'selling out'. It fucks me off- is a band not allowed to be popular with the 'common people' of this world. Why is it that the moment they lose their exclusivity with their followers they become crap. It's all about the music isn't it, if the standard of that remains high surely there's no problem. Come on hardcore fanbase, if they're that good share them with the rest of the world!!

Gripe for the day over. And now for some celebration of the visceral! The reason for my unbearable mood over the weekend has been solved - PMT after 3 months of thinking I had to be carrying the next messiah. Thank god for that- I am a woman after all!! Final thoughts. Even buying contraception (or rather making innuendo-laden comments during the purchasing of said contraception) with Linds is fun! Cara agrees -I know my marmite! Lisa and Keren - a great conversation, mainly about 'Lost'. Charlie the textiles tutor- bit of a time-waster, Keren hates him. Nearly a week until I'm a free woman. Anna and I hit Prague- the beginnings of a plan for January? Oil bar- putting sex back into drawing! Chips -the new religion ("and the chips did say unto Keren..." -i'm working on convincing her)?  Oh isn't life fun!

"...every step takes a beat of your heart through a city that's falling apart...."-Idlewild

Explaining the title of this entry -have you ever wanted to be something and somewhere else? On one of the tables in the first year hall someone had written "here i dreamt I was an architect...". I think I know what they meant....