Vampire bats and masks.

Today has been boring, to say the least. All I've done is laze about and I watched Notting Hill. Why is Hugh Grant the same character in every film he's in? Charming, waffling and terribly British. I don't suppose he's really like that.
I finally finished reading Fight Club, the end is far better than the film. Though David did have to talk me through it a little bit. I wish I'd read the book before I'd seen the film. I tried my hardest to imagine the characters in my own way, but all I could ultimately conjure up was Ed Norton, Brad Pitt and Helena Bonham Carter. Not that I'm complaining. I have started reading The Hobbit again, which I posponed for Fight Club. I love it, it makes me smile.
I can't wait for Christmas! I want a Luella bat mask and a studded clutch those bright orange boots from Topshop. I want everything from Topshop though, it's my second home. I want too many things. Always want want and never ever need. I'd like a bat. I'm happy to say my dad built a bat hut near by so they have somewhere to go. And I want to go to Transylvania so I can make friends with all the vampires. Though I fear they wouldn't be young, sexy vampires like off The Lost Boys.
I want my Russell DVD's back! My brother, Tom, took them away to uni and I doubt he even watches them. At least Booky Wook and Ponderland will keep me sane.
I also can't wait for Davey to get here, then we can do all the things on the list and everything will be wonderful. Running away to Paris (eventually) and Berlin, apparently. He says he'll be here by the 8th, when I'll undoubtedly need him. I found a person who understands, and I am eternally grateful.
Perhaps I'm laying it on a little strong, aha. I can't help it. We are like peas and carrots.