YAY! It's my half-birthday today! I think I'll have cake for dinner tonight, just so I can say I celebrated it.
I am currently not getting anything done. Haven't all day, really. This laziness thing is going to come and smack me in the face tomorrow when I have all this stuff to do and I'm lazing around watching music videos today. I am really, really going to wish I'd finished something, at least...
But it's my half-birthday, so screw it. SCREW. IT. I'm on the 2nd half of my 21st year, and my knees and everything don't hurt today (well, much. Enough I can ignore it)
Math tonight. It's done-was yesterday so I could work on my Theory paper today. HA. More than likely I'll be writing the little bastard at the last possible second to try and get it in...
There's actually some honest-to-goodness BLUE sky outside today. Not much, but SOME. Some is a good thing, anyway. It's nice to not have gray all the time.
Heroes tonight, too. Please God, let Pete have his shirt off this week...it's my half-birthday...I deserve it...
Still deciding if Einin is going to suffer and die...at least she can't end up like Jada in Isolde Diaries. I ripped Jada right out of the plot when I realized she wasn't going to do anything but stand around, tap her feet, and occasionally snuggle up to Ixora.
When I dumped her by the side of the story, suddenly things began to fit in a way that they never had before. Suddenly Ixora was in love with Isolde, and so was his hated younger brother-and Isolde was caught in between the two of them, trying to keep them both from killing each other.
I actually bothered to apologize to Jada in the dedications-she was a nasty piece of work, but she would have been fun to actually write. Bitchfights between her and Isolde would have been entertaining, to say the least...
Ah, I'm off-topic again. What was I talking about? Ah, yes...Pete with his shirt off...the joy, the rapture...me and my dark-haired guy obsession.
Let's make a LIST! Of dark-haired famous guys I, at least, like to look at.
Tom Cruise-nuts, married, but who the hell cares? Two words: Top Gun.
Keanu Reeves-A little too pale, but he was great in Matrix.
Jared Leto-He can sing, scream, AND act. Requiem for a Dream, anyone? That scene with the arm near the end of the movie still makes me just...
Milo Ventimiglia-I couldn't take my EYES off that Fergie video this summer. I'd turn it on mute just so I could watch him without having to hear the stupid song. Even if the tattoos WERE fake...
Joe Flanigan-Best looking team leader I've ever seen. Love Atlantis...
That other guy from 30 Seconds To Mars who's not a Leto-He's nice-looking.
Orlando Bloom-Joy!
Taye Diggs or Mos Def, whichever you prefer. They're both pretty damn good. And seeing as neither of them have ANY hair, they shouldn't be on this list. To those who naysay me, I declare, frell off.
Dougray Scott-Hel-LO. Ever After as the dashing Prince Henry. Almost fell OFF my chair...
And last, but not least by ANY means...you knew he was coming, you just didn't know where...
MATT BELLAMY! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! He may be skinny, he may be crazy, he may be kind of short, but watching him swing his guitar is like...there's no description. I can't. He just defies any kind of words...
Ooh, gotta stop writing guys in here and go to dinner (responsibilities? Yes, I have them. Want a couple?)
Cheers,
Bec
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