Wow!
I really haven't graced the pages of tv.com for what seems an eternity. What's worse is I can think of little to say! (I'm just warming up...)

In the realms of TV all i can say is Viva Prison Break! With Shawshank being one of my, if not my favourite movie- I have been completely sucked and left very much on the edge of my worn out armchair. It's an awesome show and addition to my list of ailing shows. (If only I lived in the States and didn't have to wait forever for new seasons to show... Oh that's right, I'd be picking up the pieces of my degree and already vacuous life!)

I digress- one last gush about Prison Break, the cast, characters and plot are too cool for school! i swear whenever he's on screen there's an eery glow around Wentworth Miller... (ethereal 'aaa-aaah!') All of the inmates are awesome, I'm even liking how much I detest and am reviled by T-Bag. (shudders on saying his name, I also imagine if he was a real person I'd turn to stone if I looked directly at him...)

On other shows:
I totally caved in on WAT! I've read all the episode summaries and am quite disappointed- in myself and the episodes. Obviously I've not actually seen any episodes so I'm not at liberty to comment, but to comment on prior seasons I'd have to say the show peaked in season 2 and now they've switched from *duracell batteries to I don't know- hamster-running-in-a-wheel-kinetic-energy-power?

I've yet to see any of S.5 24 but loved the trailer and have since spent my time running with fingers in my ears screaming #la-la-la-laaaa# from any spoilers, trailers, posters (though I sometimes peak) etc.

The 2nd season of desperate Houswives has also been slow, whilst the 2nd season of House is going steady- Hugh Laurie is GOLD!

The 2nd season of CSI:NY is slow, it is suffering from vanessa ferlito's exit- but the cast is (excuse the pun) stellar. I will make one comment, did the NY CSI find it in their budget to hire personal stylists for each CSI!? haven't their clothes gotten tighter and spanglier? Oh I say!

Right I've prattled on long enough about ooh say nothing and everything- which explains why I made myself go cold turkey, bad idea to have a relapse right before exam season, doy...

In the real world outside of the radiating warmth of televisual splender it is FREEZING! WHERE IS SPRING? AND WHY IS THERE ALREADY A HOSEPIPE BAN IN PLACE FOR THE SUMMER!!!? 'Us Brits we're just ker-azy!'
Uni is chuggin along, (I can't wait to leave)- did I mention it's cold?
Speaking of which- (the cold and Uni) I best get back to Jane Eyre amongst several other texts I've broguht home to 'read' 'analyse' 'absorb' and 'be inspired by'... ahem. Btw, imagine my delight at researching a suggested paper title and coming across Wentworth Miller's Thesis! the idea of doubling and something else (I study so hard i forget what it is!) in Jane Eyre and Wide Sargasso Sea- FUN, as I got to simultaneously check google images!

As you can see the cosmos has realigned itself, with Agent Danny Taylor unavailable on British shores I've found a striking candidate to keep his seat warm.

Later!
x



*other batteries are available

Oh My God!

I feel horrendous- I can handle colds and flu- I don't like either but I can take it...

All day today I've felt pretty rough- but have been out and about armed with packets and, eventually, rolls of tissue. Now it's 1am and I can take no more- I'm so dehydrated and am doing my best to down this orange juice but my nose is like a tap so it feels counter-productive. (like this blog.)

Woe is me- I'm off to hibernate. (ooh, my fever's gone! or am I hallucinating? I've whinged enough- it's definately man-flu, pull yourself together woman!!)

It's been a mad cap few weeks of:
packing
domestics shopping (DEFINATELY not the fun kind of shopping!)
airport runs
hospital visits (not for myself, the TV addiction hasn't got that bad...yet)
a bazillion guests and counting have landed themselves at home (-it's a conspiracy to obliterate the remnants of my so-called summer)

and to the cherry on top- even more bloomin' housing! The family house has sold.

I'm apparently moving my stuff into my uni house thrusday- God only knows how much I truly don't want to do this. (Maybe I just won't do it!)
The thought of uni is a good one- i can't wait to catch up with everyone, and (it is a first) I'm looking fwd to studying. (It's ok, I know reality will hit and it'll wear off after a week.)
It's more the prospect of packing and squishing everything I think I'll need until Winter break. (Now all i'm thinking is: warm jacket/ coats, gloves, slippers, lounging clothes, a floor cushion to prop myself on for hours of tv- studying- STUDYING! what? ...kitchen stuff, some books maybe... man my stupid house is unfurnished- can I be bothered to pay for a bed? I didn't think so either...) Mundane is not the word for such activities, but I should really start, like now!

On the up side, my spangly laptop arrived a week ago- once the tv card is tuned in I can't wait to start watching and recording my favourite shows.
Speaking of favourite shows- I have to announce my sabbatical from the Without A Trace forum. I love the show and there's no escaping spoliers (yeh, alright I should really stop looking for them!) but it'd be nice to have some suspence, so adieu for now... see you all...(counts on fingers)... 1st April 2006- ish.

As with the bad comes the good, this leaves a nice opening for a new favourite show (subject to UK scheduling, grr!)- oh the possibilities! [rubs hands with glee] Suggestions welcomed- sell your favourite show to me!!

I feel so- 'neither here nor there?!'

Everyone's fleeing the nest at the minute, so I'm mostly shopping or editting a deluge of lists. Both my bros are off to the big smoke, Laaaahndon (London to you and me), and they've finally realised just how useful their little sis is. Not only can the girl multi-task but she seems to know endless amounts of info when it comes to general crap! (Handy with power tools, knows that you should measure a door before buying furniture for your respective bachelor pads and thanks to having been let down by a shifty landlord herself- can negotiate alarmingly well with landlords and letting agents. yes, my summer has been a peach!? cuck-oo cuck-oo.... If only I could sing!)

On the plus side I get to meet lots of new ppl, and so what if some of them happen to be- B-E-A-utiful!!

Siiiiiiigh, I'm cream crackered. Surrounded by boxes containing an iron, toaster, lots of crockery and other such household miscellany.

What with me moving into an unfurnished place (not my decision, but when it comes to co-habiting with 'friends,' #you've got to give a little, take a little and let your poor heart break a little#) at the end of the month, I didn't think my summer would be cuts so short or that at the age of 20 I'd wake up thinking about vacuum cleaners...

Thank goodness for CSI: Miami, re-runs of Scrubs, CSI, CSI: NY (lest we forget!) and FINALLY completing S.4 of 24. Love you Kiefer. And Jack- life's just not fair to you. I feel you're pain.

Loving, loving, loving Kanye West- Gold Digger and Heard Em Say- which is just lush! Come on Maroon 5, write some new material!

Wow, it's still p.m. and I'm sleepy? Stranger things have happened in Milwaukee.

This is quite uncommon- I'm feeling pretty relaxed, one could even say serene!

I don't usually notice when things are good, but thankfully I've had my eyes and heart opened to all I have. I've had a shocking few days, and instead of taking stock I'm just so relieved and happy, I'm still worried but am in a bizarrely positive mood.

Was just cleaning the bathroom after a guest steamed up the place with a long splashy shower. I was doing this in my wedges- well the floor was wet, and yet it seemed logical to keep feet and the bottom of my trousers dry.
I slipped and fell- onto the edge of the bath, it took a flailing arm to stop me from cracking my head / neck on the bath tub.
I now have a very hot black bruise adorning my hip (consequently I'm walking like a geriatric and the prospect of sleeping tonight only spells fear)- what I'm getting at is... it hurt! And I neeeeeeeeeed sympaaaaathy!!!! Woe is me.

Roddick vs Chela has begun, I rue not having any sports channels, the online updates will be all the soothing I'll get today.

Ltr. Hopefully I'll be feeling less damaged then. xXx

1. I have stupidly big feet UK 8 (I’m 5ft 3”- it makes no sense! but are useful as flippers.)
2. I’m too sarcastic and blunt for my own good.
3. I’m in the second year of an English degree- I have no idea what I’m doing.
4. I miss my friends, they’re all travelling.
5. I killed a slug recently- WITH MY BARE FOOT- it was truly an accident! The horror, anger and guilt was multiplied as the previous week I had squidged (applied pressure but not murdered) a slug. Let me explain, I live in the sticks -yes, we have four walls and a roof- but come summer the nature likes to venture inside. (Most recently my Grandma was left in hysterics having had a near miss with a badger in the garden!! Had to be there.)
Anyway, on both occasions I was in my favourite armchair watching Sugar Rush and Nip / Tuck respectively. Spookily both events took place on the same day a week apart and thus I had the same area cordoned off with the CSI tape for weeks. What’s worse is it took me a solid week to return to my beloved armchair, and once again I had another blighter under foot, this time it was terminal.
The first time I thought the floor was wet so withdrew my foot- and went hopping and –mainly- swearing in Bengali. It took ages with a nail brush to scrub the patch of slime off my foot.
The murder (lets be honest it was manslaughter really) took place as I trod on the now tragically departed illegitimate before I realised what was going on. You’ll be pleased to know the swearing was far more elaborate, severe and in English. (I could go into detail and say how this time it was so severe as the slugs innards shot out its’ arse and up my leg- now just imagine the slime scrubbing that took place that night- but I won’t go into detail. Wouldn’t want to ruin anyone’s dinner !!)
I was indeed angry and bitter and blamed the slug, but the remorse kicked in, I wished its’ soul peace and asked its’ forgiveness- seriously I did!
We’ve yet to uncover their point of entry or their fascination with the space in front of my armchair- and my foot. But you’ll all be pleased to know the air in the living room is now green with insecticide and anthrax- you can never be too careful!
(I’ll try to be more succinct from now!!)
6. I always have a pack of gum (peppermint extra), my inhaler, a packet of tissues, my phone and some vaseline in my bag. (Yes, I’m the one that arrives at parties and dinner with what looks like a brick in my handbag.)
7. I’m bi-lingual- Bengali and English.
8. I sketch and sculpt when I can, my favourite mediums being pencil, biro and any metals for the sculpting. (In the process of making a lamp, but it’s not going in the right direction.)
9. I have over 51 first cousins (about 40 on Dad’s side and 11 on Mum’s side- there’s also a bunch of half cousins and about a bazillion more probably being baked. Mum’s Dad was married four times; she was 1 of 14 kids…)
10. I love driving, but haven’t for a year- no car and now I have no gauge of the width of any car! Them’s the breaks.
11. I have 2 knicknames- my friends at home and uni friends have call me these. My family call me by my name. I, however, cannot seems to say my own name as I’ve gotten used to saying it phonetically for the ease of schooling (you could always tell when they got to my name in the register, a pause followed by the unleashing of some syllables that by all means contained few of the letters that make up my name). There’s an E in my name that should be pronounced as an I, which recently I found out makes better sense pronounced as a U as that would create coherant meaning of my name in translation. Lost? Imagine how I’ve felt the past 20 years???!! But I can’t seem to get my tongue around the I when saying my name in English, no the name does not change, its all about accents and habit that has left me oh-so very very without an ID.
12. The most memorable gig I’ve been to was Green Day Milton Keynes Bowl 18th June 2005, me, my best friend and 64,998 strangers. I’ll save everyone time by not waxing lyrical about my love for each and every one of the band members- it should be saved for an entry of its own!
13. I love tennis, yet can successfully hit nothing but air.
14. I’ve had a spinal tap / lumbar puncture.
15. I like and then trust people too easily.
16. I think Dale Chihuly is just awesome- and that’s in the true sense of the word- ‘awesome’ is an incredible and misused accolade.
17. The worst job I’ve had is as a kitchen porter = skivvy who takes abuse and is expected to clean in general and literal terms, crap.
18. I have two older brothers, they’re 22 and 23. We’re pretty close, and not just in age!
19. I hope to own a Lotus Elise someday- but I’ve been told it’s not kind on big feet, so I may have to reconsider, gurr!
20. I like to and am fascinated by welding.
21. I live to others expectations, I’m trying to stop this but it’s difficult to change a mind set.
22. My mother once described me as “Not man not woman.” This has further been backed up by a ‘sex of your brain’ psychology test http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sex/add_user.shtml (I’m a student, it passed the time a treat), that came out as a clean 50/50 split. I blame my brothers.
23. I’m in the middle of my 102 day summer holiday- I spent a month of it looking for a place to live, a week trying to find my cousin a place to live and the remainder has been spent coordinating house searches for both my brothers and I have 46 days to go- I hope some of these will be spent doing anything that doesn’t involve housing or reading. Did I mention the family home’s for sale too? (I could scream.)
24. I adore cherries, I think they’re fantastic and wish I could find a decent shower gel / shampoo that smelled of them, I even dyed my hair to the colour of one (it didn’t take but I could see it in the light...even if everyone else saw black hair).
25. I want to start running, but I bet I won’t.
26. I wish I could eat the soaps at Lush, been especially tempted by the Rock Star soap- mmm…nummy.
27. When I used to bunk off college and go to the beach. I once decided to just keep driving- I drove for a couple of hours and then turned around as I got worried that my much-missed-darling-clapped-out-1-litre-mark-1-C-reg-Ford-Fiesta would actually die. (It was put down in 5th June 2003, may God rest its’ soul. It was four maybe five shades of red, if you include the rust, it also had a hole in the side of it and you could move the steering wheel a good 4 inches left and right and it would continue in a straight line. It’s okay I’m not crying.)
28. I can watch BMX and Skateboarding until others would be bored to tears. (Yet to see the CSI: Miami Tony Hawk episode, don’t spoil it for me!)
29. The smell of hot milk makes me retch, seeing the skin on hot milk can make me vomit. The smell and texture is rancid. Cereal and milkshakes are the closest I’ll ever get to having milk by itself.
30. Most of the time when I’m doing something I’m thinking about something else- I’ve only been caught out once.