Oh, Where is my Mr Darcy

After spending a very boring week in Devon, with a wanna-be stuck up fuckwit (I almost killed her) I got to go to the cinema!! But going with my mother has it's problems... I went to see Pride and Predjudice, and although I'm a very cultured 16 year old, I thought it would be very very dull... HOWEVER I was very much mistaken as it made me cry for the last 15 minutes, and then it took 5 minutes to compose myself after... If you haven't seen it I advise you to go and see it.
Oh if only I had a Mr Darcy... Wouldn't mind the house he had either!