I'm addicted to the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I blame the Joneses. They had a Halloween party last night, with a Rocky Horror theme. I didn't dress up, no matter how well of a Magenta impression my hair is doing right now (*sob*), and no matter how much my BF liked the idea of a maid outfit (Ooo-er). He was going to go as Riff Raff...Which says quite a lot about him, really. Mostly that he's got the sense to know I'd disown him if he went as Frank N Furter or Rocky :D Anyway. I've never seen it, believe it or not. What I know about it is gleaned from a combination of BF's little sis talking at me, the costumes from last night, and youtube clips of the Time Warp and Sweet Transvestite. I think I might have to rectify that ;) Going now. *starts singing* It's just a jump to the left! And then a step to the right.... *fades into distance, still singing*

Currently doing Russian History at college. I spend two hours a week giggling. Not because Holly and Luke are funny. Not because Charles does impressions of the teacher whilst said teacher has his back turned. Not because the entire class thinks my friend is a hippy. Rather, it's because I have the Anastasia soundtrack playing in my head from the second I enter the room to the second I set foot on the stairs afterwards. It's unfairly difficult to write notes on Alexander III while you're mentally singing 'If I can learn to do it, you can learn to do it,' etc. And we're getting closer to the Russian Revolution every lesson. We're up to Nicholas II as it is. Oh well, at least I'm not the only retarded one. Charles does it too, as does Steph. One day Charles and I will spontaneously burst into song, and it will be the same song and that day will kick every other day's ass. Because Charles is an amazing singer, he more than makes up for my tone-deafness.