lover,

as much as i honestly do love the internet, it needs to go away. if i'm not writing on here, i'm on myspace, or facebook, or internet shopping. not only do i not have the time to do this, and right now should be desperately trying to cram media and history into my brain, right now i don't have the money to be internet shopping either. i'm so incredibly tempted to buy a skirt from american apparel, but i know i should save my money seeming i'm going to a five-day party next week and need lots and lots of ££££. and! i'm missing hollyoaks right now.

anyway, tom came over, enjoyed his meal, we went to the pub, had a nice night. i went to his thursday, after meeting eddy, and drove about, drank a bit, and he took me to the sex and the city movie, which i thought was really nice of him, seeming a) he is a boy b) he clearly doesn't enjoy sex and the city and c) i'm sure he would much rather have just been at home doing something else. also, he paid, and for drinks as well! so, i felt very happy, and then the film was just incredible. throughout, i was gasping, biting my nails, close to tears, or beaming with happiness. it honestly was just everything i expected. the wardrobe, especially, was breathtaking, fantastic. some outfits were a little, 'eerrhh?', but i believe having style is not following the trends, it's having the confidence and esteem to wear anything you like and pull it off, despite what others may think when they see it.


afterwards, was slightly strange. probably just due to the high love content in the film, i felt so close to tom. and i felt, like i should tell him something. but then i doubted whether i should, seeming we've been 'official' for just over a week, and seeing each other for two months. and i know, i know it's far too early to even mention the L word, but recently i'm finding it difficult to avoid despite my own doubts anyway. aaahhh! boys eh.

i stayed at his thursday night, and got woken up to chris and joel telling us his car had been broken into at 6.45 am, which was quite horrible. it seems people had tried to hot wire it, and either gotten disturbed or just given up, because they obviously didn't manage to steal the car. they did manage to steal some quite important things to tom though, but he's fine with it. so he took the day off work and drove me home to work, where i went, and where i have been this morning for six hours.

now, hollyoaks is calling and so is revision, as much as i really, really do not want to do any, i know i need to a lot tonight or i will be crying and panicking tomorrow, haha.

most likely won't be writing much over the next week, working and revising more tomorrow, six hours of exams on monday, and then i'm at toms until friday which will be super :) then he's going to portsmouth though, which is crap.

p.s. looking forward to this tonight!

this is an emergency,

despite setting my alarm for eight a.m. today, i woke up at one, not even then. and despite thinking i could sit down and do an amazing amount of revision today, i've done none.

tom is coming over later, and i'm making him a vegan meal, with chips incase he doesn't like it, haha. hence, i need to get a shower, and get ready, and do more revision before he arrives around 7.30, by which time the meal needs to be ready also. we're going to the pub after, and i reeeeeally want to wear my new purple peep toe heels, but they're a little inappropriate for a quiet, country pub.

i've seen an outfit sarah jessica parker wearing in the new SATC movie, that i want to recreate, involving a long cardigan, over the knee socks, shoe boots, a skirt and a plain top, but i'm having difficulty, despite it sounding so simple.

i think that's my plans for tomorrow, going to see that movie with tom, who actually agreed to go and see it without me falling at his knees begging or bribing him with sexual favours, haha. and to pay a trip to oxfam vintage after seeing far too many items i neeeeeeeeeed after my visit on saturday. i'd also enjoy a new magazine, or two, or three..

love, catherine.

she bangs the drums,

so, another journal failed, another one created.
first entries are always, nonsense, really, lacking a point altogether. so i may as well carry on the tradition and make this as pointless as the rest, really.
it's 16.08, i've been home for around seven hours, and have done nothing except read magazines, eat, and create this, before i leave for work at 6.

who knows, perhaps then maybe i'll return with something more decent to talk about.
love, catherine.