First off, I got a major scare earlier hearing about the fire at Universal studios and that 40,000 to 50,000 master reels had been destroyed in the blaze. Luckily they're saying that all of the masters they had there have been copied so nothing has been lost forever, but for about an hour I was seriously bummed out about it. But it kinda sucks quite badly that the Back to the Future, To Kill a Mockingbird and King Kong sets have been damaged. That picture of the fire though looks like something out of a film, doesn't it?

Is it lame I got worried about that?

Ehm, and in other news, I keep buying DVDs that I have no time to watch. But then as I said to my Nan the other day, nobody buys DVDs to watch anymore, they buy them to say that they have lots of iconic films in their movie collection so they can look cool.


And also if somebody could punch me in the head I would probably quite enjoy that right now. My head is buzzing again.

Good news!: I'm back to my old depressed and dysthymic self. Yippee. And all of that missed sleep that didn't affect me before has come down on me like a lorry. Carrying bricks. Being driven by Michael Moore.

I saw Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Lost Skull today. It wasn't as good as the Last Penultimate Crusade, but there are extremely few films that ever will be. *mourns Sean Connery* And before any people are like 'OMGSEANCONNERYISDEAD?*HANGSSELF*' as I know I would be, he's not dead in real life. Just in Indiana Jones. But still, I am very disappointed with everybody who made the film for allowing that to happen.

Also, if you guys were expecting some face-melting (as I was - can't have an Indiana Jones film without some face-melting!), Cate Blanchett gets owned. And Shia LaBoeuf tries to do the whole symbolic thing at the end of the film by picking up Indy's hat and trying to put it on. So Indiana promptly jacks the hat from his hand and puts it on his own head. That's right, bitch. Try and come back for a spin-off now.

Now, I'm a freak and I enjoy watching the credits of films. Why, I hear you ask? Because I like trying to find funny names in the credits. I know, it's cruel. But I feel that otherwise, nobody would read the names of the people who put time and effort into making that film, who feel proud at having their name on the credits. The least I can do for them is read the credits; even if I don't remember their names at least I'll have read them. And in return, they provide me with mild humour. The best name in the credits I ever saw was when I went to see Mr Bean's Holiday: 'Christian Blood'. I don't think I will ever see something that good in my life again. But the disclaimer at the end of Goblet of Fire ('No dragons have been harmed in the making of this film') comes pretty close. A couple of humourous names that I read today included the surname 'Labiana' and 'Yurih Fuks'. Childish, I know. Sometimes I wonder if film-makers put in weird names to reward the people who read the credits. I'm not a bully, honestly.

I did two perfect three point turns and a perfect reverse around a corner today, according to my driving instructor. If I'm so perfect give me a license already!  *look of daggers*

In other news, somebody beat me on ebay. I was trying to buy a copy of the Fountain for £2... the winning bid was £2.01. *facepalm* I'm so lame I can't even win on ebay.

And finally. Rock Band (Xbox 360) is, at long last released tomorrow here in the UK. But because in work we're so freaking awesome like that, we set it up on the shop floor today to let everybody have a go. Which all of the staff did, meaning that none of the customers got to have a go. When I finished at the record shop I went and played it some more, then I had to go have lunch before my afternoon shift at the menswear shop of doom. But I came back for more after lunch. It goes on sale tomorrow. It wouldn't even fit in my attic room. But then again, who needs savings? I mean, I don't really need an Aygo... or food...

Right, well, I think I started hallucinating. Yesterday I saw a massive crawling insect on the bathroom floor during my shower, moving just behind the towels as I caught sight of it. I was petrified. But when I finally plucked up the courage to get out of the shower and fetch my mum to help me investigate, it had vanished.  (And by 'me investigat[ing]', I mean standing at the doorway shuddering while my mum looked.) And then, a few hours later, I saw a giant moth flapping around behind my door in the corner of my eye.

There was no moth.

But I'm not helping myself here. I'm drinking coffee (and I drink it pretty damn strong) and it's five minutes past midnight, according to my new £5 watch with a face that's a third of the size of the actual watch. I'm a sucker for cheap things that look snazzy, even though it's not very practical at all. For example, I bought four Family Guy badges today for £2.99. An individual, slightly smaller badge, costs 49 pence. I'm paying a pound for cardboard. Cardboard which I'm going to throw away.

I spent about £80 in the last two days. Seriously, what the hell?! At least I'm getting my wage from the menswear shop of doom tomorrow. That'll just about cover it.

But my Toyota Aygo dream is driving further and further away from me... come back little Aygo! I love you! *sobs* I don't care about your small bootspace. I have more than enough behind for the both of us!