Success and Swoonage
Huzzah. I sang. Only had to do half of what I memorized. And I didn't die from mortification. I call that a win.
So, yeah, glad that's over. Of course, there is the matter of an exam in that same class that I'm studying for now. I'll be happy when this week is over.
What's with all the Christmasy stuff? Thanksgiving (or as I call it, the Blood Holiday) isn't even here yet. Not that I'm really complaining. I do love those sleigh bell sounds they put in commercials...
Anyway, I had this really realistic dream a few nights ago and I may have come to the conclusion that I should let my Bulgarian infatuation go. Crazy as it sounds, perhaps I should cut my losses. I rarely see him. He doesn't know I exist (well, he's seen me but he doesn't notice me, you know?). For all I know, he has a girlfriend. He's a total stranger that I happen to find immensely and inexplicably attractive. And he has an accent. But that's all. Time to give up the dream...
Ah well. Plenty of hawtness in the sea.
As I type this, I'm reminded (via AIM) of the yumminess that is Josh Hartnett. Ironically, I couldn't stand him during his teen idol period. It took Hollywood Homicide (how can he be so hawt in such a bad movie?) and 5 minutes of Sin City (Assassin!Josh Hartnett) for me to sit up and take notice. Then came Lucky Number Slevin and I was smitten. That guy is under-the-bed in-a-box-sexy. Atsui...
So...um, yeah. Enough swoonage. As I was also reminded, my school is the International House of Hawtness and I will find some other guy to go all happy over. And I will maybe perhaps actually talk to him!
Tally ho!
Ha ha.
Ho.
So, yeah, glad that's over. Of course, there is the matter of an exam in that same class that I'm studying for now. I'll be happy when this week is over.
What's with all the Christmasy stuff? Thanksgiving (or as I call it, the Blood Holiday) isn't even here yet. Not that I'm really complaining. I do love those sleigh bell sounds they put in commercials...
Anyway, I had this really realistic dream a few nights ago and I may have come to the conclusion that I should let my Bulgarian infatuation go. Crazy as it sounds, perhaps I should cut my losses. I rarely see him. He doesn't know I exist (well, he's seen me but he doesn't notice me, you know?). For all I know, he has a girlfriend. He's a total stranger that I happen to find immensely and inexplicably attractive. And he has an accent. But that's all. Time to give up the dream...
Ah well. Plenty of hawtness in the sea.
As I type this, I'm reminded (via AIM) of the yumminess that is Josh Hartnett. Ironically, I couldn't stand him during his teen idol period. It took Hollywood Homicide (how can he be so hawt in such a bad movie?) and 5 minutes of Sin City (Assassin!Josh Hartnett) for me to sit up and take notice. Then came Lucky Number Slevin and I was smitten. That guy is under-the-bed in-a-box-sexy. Atsui...
So...um, yeah. Enough swoonage. As I was also reminded, my school is the International House of Hawtness and I will find some other guy to go all happy over. And I will maybe perhaps actually talk to him!
Tally ho!
Ha ha.
Ho.