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So, going to Austin (Austen?) tomorrow. Yay...? I don't know, I've got this big economics test on tuesday and I have to study for it like whoa. And in a moving vehicle. I get kinda car sick, you know?
Blah.
Ok, so The Constant Gardener is the best moving out right now and everyone should see it. I cried like a wee lass, it was so heart rending. Gah, Ralph Fiennes is a beautiful, talented man. Terrible posture, though, tsk tsk. I don't know if Charlotte should see it, though. She feels very strongly for the plight of Africa, she might go berserker. But then again, in NYC, everybody does that, lol.
I'm just twiddling my thumbs until RENT and Serenity come out. Not that I've been talking about those every friggen journal entry, either. Oy.
So, Matt says he knows my secrets because he reads this. So, here's a real one: I like a gay guy (and it's not you, Matt, though I did have a crush on you a while back...so technically this secret isn't new, but still.)
I know. Could I be lamer, somehow? I think this is just me subconsciously telling myself that right now, I don't really want a boyfriend. So, under the pop-culture pressure to have a boyfriend, I project unwarranted feelings onto someone who could never, in any way, return them. I feel my system is perfect, albeit insane.
And, uh...that's about it for now. Like I said, ya'll, go see The Constant Gardener and beat the system by liking people who could never like you back. Then pine for Ralph Fiennes.
Words of wisdom.
Blah.
Ok, so The Constant Gardener is the best moving out right now and everyone should see it. I cried like a wee lass, it was so heart rending. Gah, Ralph Fiennes is a beautiful, talented man. Terrible posture, though, tsk tsk. I don't know if Charlotte should see it, though. She feels very strongly for the plight of Africa, she might go berserker. But then again, in NYC, everybody does that, lol.
I'm just twiddling my thumbs until RENT and Serenity come out. Not that I've been talking about those every friggen journal entry, either. Oy.
So, Matt says he knows my secrets because he reads this. So, here's a real one: I like a gay guy (and it's not you, Matt, though I did have a crush on you a while back...so technically this secret isn't new, but still.)
I know. Could I be lamer, somehow? I think this is just me subconsciously telling myself that right now, I don't really want a boyfriend. So, under the pop-culture pressure to have a boyfriend, I project unwarranted feelings onto someone who could never, in any way, return them. I feel my system is perfect, albeit insane.
And, uh...that's about it for now. Like I said, ya'll, go see The Constant Gardener and beat the system by liking people who could never like you back. Then pine for Ralph Fiennes.
Words of wisdom.