Paolo Nutini

Pretty much, I heard about him a few months ago, was lazy and didn't check his music out, decided to get unlazy and check him out. And decided that I am going to marry him, play beautiful music with him. Yes. I don't even need kids, just his voice to me stellar guitar. He's like hotter than the Obscure Object.

Me and My Shadow

Robbie Williams and Jonny Wilkes.

I am so in love with Robbie.

Hmm...

My grades for this semester were rather unsatisfactory. So, I promised myself I would buckle down and do very well this next semester. Along with: play guitar every day, update my journal at least twice a week (what bullshit), and wear matching socks. Needless to say: New Year's Resolutions are absolutely ridiculous. Oh, and I have to lose ten pounds. Yeah, right. I'm just way too ambitious, and in this situation, not optimistic enough.

On another note, the Obscure Object is sitting kitty corner from me in one of my classes now. Can we say... true love? The back of his neck is extremely sexy, even though I thought I'd never say something like that about anyone! It's rather disgusting once I think about it. Anyhow, he is still the topic of much revulsion, and I really can't mention his better aspects when everyone is talking about how he reminds them of a lap dog, like a Chihuahua, barking non-stop. Quite an issue, really.

Smile

Lilly Allen's video, Smile, is possibly one of the most amazing videos I've ever seen. Seriously. I love it so much, I'm going to share. And does anyone know who that actor is in it? I've seen him before... the one who plays the boyfriend...

Bubble Girl

Hmmm.... Sounds oddly correct.

Lonely

Today was not a good day— many of my friends are running of to San Jose for Mock Trial tomorrow, and I’m going to be alone. Not alone of course, really, but alone in the sense that my constant companions won’t be there. Which is very strange, for me at least.

One of the girls who is leaving was planning to watch the Arsenal vs. Liverpool game with me on Saturday morning, and I’m going to have to watch it alone, I think. It’s a rather disappointing idea— we were going to get into full-blown rivalry mode. I can’t help but think that the game will lose some of its novelty if she isn’t there to malign Liverpool, and I can’t malign Arsenal. She says she’ll call, even if she’s in the middle of a trial, to check up on how the game’s going. I doubt it.

This weekend is going to be devoted to homework, I think. No time for friends, I have to study and raise my Biology grade. So, I’m all alone— and feeling sorry for myself.

Lust or Love?

I think the Obscure Object might still be a royal asshat/fuck weasel. But I really can’t help but stare at him — pretty much constantly. I know that everyone hates him, and that even I “hate” him, but I really can’t help it. It’s like seeing that slice of cake that you know has been dropped on the floor, but some sick perverse part of you wants to eat it anyway. ‘Who cares if it’s been beat up, a little bit?’ You reason erroneously. But in the end, it’s all the eyes on you that cause you to say, “Ewww. Throw that away.”

Poor analogy, but I can’t really think of a better one that doesn’t involve food, or sexually suggestive metaphors. Perhaps it’s all just lust, and nothing much more than lust. Which would explain the food metaphor. I want to eat him? Not really, he’d probably taste badly, he’s so bitter and full of bile. Lust is a royal pain in the ass. It makes me do things I’d never do normally. Such as, stare at the class fuck weasel as if I want to make out with him at a spur of the moment.