You have bewitched me, body and soul.

In a controversial move I am going to proclaim my love for Mondays. I rarely do anything on Mondays, hardly surprising as being both mostly unemployed and a student on holiday I don't do much any day. But Monday nothing is a different kind of nothing. There's lots of planning and organising and things to consider. Such as what, if anything, do I need to do this week. What day should I go into town and buy jumpers and when should I try to sell all my old Uni books and do I think the Uni book shop will take the ones I bought on Amazon off my hands.

When I'm at least bored of thinking these things there's all the films I haven't got round to watching yet. Which reminds me, my copy of Pulp Fiction is inexplicably missing, which makes it the 4th thing to disappear this summer. This morning I watched Pride and Prejudice, the Keira Knightley version. First things first, I am no fan of Miss Austen. I tried to read her work twice when I was younger. Once when I was very young and consumed the classics as fast as I could lay my hands on them, and again when I was recommended Emma by a friend of mine. I never got past the first few chapters. Last year I was required to read Emma, and I wrote one of essays on it but my God I had to push myself to care. I always thought I would love Austen considering my fondness for Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights and her tendency to create such angrily handsome men but it was all so dreadfully soap operaish.

With all that taken into account, I recorded Pride and Prejudice the other day for the sole reason of spending 2 hours watching Keira Knightley (who I have a big gay crush on) and because I'm seeing Atonement soon and wanted to see what Joe Wright was capable of. It is, quite simply, a beautiful film from the soft light of every scene to the subtlety of the acting. It's those kind of romances I get all girly and sappy over, but then I've always been a fool for good old-fashioned romance.

Oh, and Matthew Macfadyen is far more attractive than Colin Firth anyday.

I realised for the nth time that I'm easily impressed by sideburns. Take an average looking English actor, add sideburns and a classic romance story and it's like whoa...


So yeah, Mondays. Not so bad when you can spend them cuddled up in your pjs with Keira Knightley teasing miserable-looking men with a mug of Spanish hot chocolate I stole from a hotel. Anybody who actually did things today I say pff to you. Also I might be sticking my tongue out at you cause you can't see me. That's just the kind of gal I am.