Hooooray, I'm tired of being studious so tonight we get to visit the little French cinema in Liverpool that the injury on Friday scuppered.

We're going to watch cute films about love and romance until our snails and our toes curl (it's the wholesome kind of little French cinema).

Must go get showered.

Edit – Just got back earlier than expected thanks to Chloe and her increasingly scary car!

The poor cinema's not as good as I remember it, mew.

The choices were.. Le Mal de Claire, Un amour taire and L'amour toujours l'amour.

We opted for 'Un amour taire', by the end of it the three of us were sobbing in a ball of limbs and soggy eyelashes and even though I've had half an hour to get home the tears are still coming.

I really wasn't prepared for how emotional it'd be, kinda drained and fragile(r) now and wanting needing a hug, might see if I can flutter my eyelashes and get one.

Chloe's hot-footed it home so Sara and I are going to watch a romantic film through rose-tinted glasses.

Then bed, because it saves her going home on the smelly train tonight, no hanky-panky!

Hehe, funny MSN conversation with Chl e (there's an annoying smiling face where the o should be, raaaaaar) interrupting the film..

RooBot says (22:09):
Sorry honey, my phone is le gay xoxo
Chl e says (22:10):
why is your phone le gay?
RooBot says (22:10):
It's signal's worse than, erm.. your gaydar.
Did you ever get that fixed?
Chl e says (22:10):
i did, cost me a fucking fortune though.

You'd have to know her to understand but trust me, it's funny.

(Thank you too BJ, you're the best )