Nothing Much

Took my math test-wavering between terror that I fudged it entirely and joy that I no longer have to worry about it.

Have to take my new laptop to the doctor tomorrow and find out why the plug-in baby has battery issues and wireless problems... beyond that, it's fine.

Atlantis premiere in two days! Joyness!

My hands have been troublesome today, but not as bad as yesterday. Mom says she feels crappy too. Now my life depends on the weather, which they can't even predict right...

Have to be in bed in less than an hour, and I should be doing homework, but nah. I'll do it tomorrow morning at work (famous last words)

What else? I confessed to someone that I have a, dare I say it, FETISH for dark haired men. If they're British and nerdy, I like them even better. She thinks that I will more than likely come back with one in tow (let's just hope) and make my mother have a heart attack.

Cheery-O! I'd be glad to oblige! Especially since British guys are so much more polite and gracious than Americans. DO YOU HEAR THAT, BOYS? YOU'RE LOSING US TO THE CHARM. AND THE ACCENTS. total sucker for accents. One good 'Hullo, dahling," and I'd tip over in a dead faint. Bah-doom.

More Muse listening today. I have realized that my first attraction to this group was A) they have piano and rock music (!), but today I realized that there's another reason. B) Matthew Bellamy (lead singer) is a dark-haired British guy. Cute, too. And a genius. I've never seen anyone switch from guitar to keyboard and back again in a couple of minutes time and still keep track of where they are, never mind the fact that he was singing pretty much the whole while. And bouncing all over the stage like a loose firework (with the guitar, I mean. He kind of swings it around and does some very Hendrix-like moves with it. Hasn't set it on fire yet, but then again, it IS a custom-made guitar...)

I can hear you chanting hopeless. Why yes, thank you. Very, very hopeless...

Cheerio,
Bec