Sssup! The big day is approx. 11 days away, and I'm here.. on Tweetdeck toying with @8ball_ for life's puzzling things (me, Bojan Krkic, marriage) and blaming a headache for halting the alleged "break out the History books!" plan. Things have been rather dandy lately, albeit rather faggish of how my happiness rate is at right now, I am.. that. I ain't batshit panicking over the exams because I just can't. It's my inner Ghandi. My inner Ghandi also expires every weekend/mid-week when there is football.. the outward screaming and haphazard body movements (in reflex to anger/euphoria) gives me away. Chelsea take on the Mancs (in red, not pastel blue) on the 8th-- no commentaries/pre-match write-up, but I leave you with this. Chelsea, 2-1. Keep the blue flag flying high, my Blue-clad lads!
I've got a few things left to clean out so go HERE
like a studded white blazer and some other dresses I don't wear
ok bye
13 goals, 9 assists in the Premier League. Single-handledly won us vs. Atletico.
Fuck all else-- thank God, YOU stayed.
"..The worst crime is faking it."
Win some, lose some.
You know what's dope? This Kid Cudi dude. I laff him. Don't tell nobody.
Cheers to: Petr Cech's clean sheet, the end to Frank's alleged goal draught (effin' volley, suckas!), Terry upstaging Kun (meh, maybe he's not Premier League material anyhow?), Zhirkov and Sturridge baptized on to the field, Kops on 4th straight loss (potential 5th this weekend vs. Devils?), Krkic sighting vs. Rubin Kazan (boo!) and the many shirtless moments. Champions League.. always a pleasure.
I think Kristen Stewart is an awful actress. She plays the same character in every movie: a moody teenage girl who sighs, mumbles, gets all emotional over god knows what, and most of all, bites her lower lip. Biting your lower lip can be sexy, but for Kristen Stewart it’s hard proof that she doesn’t know how to act. Why does she do it? Is it a nervous tick? Does she think it makes a scene more powerful? Or is it a trademark that directors want her to do?
Director: Yeah, Kristen, I loved you in this scene, but I think what we need is a little more lip biting.
Besides the inferior back four.. I thought Frank was rather quiet.
Sssup!
Nerves, nerves, nerves. Hours on papers, befriending highlighters in neon palettes, flash cards.. the lacklustre social life is self-explanatory, no? Effin' monotonous. Insert sad face. Failure to rake in a Christopher Kane x Topshop piece on Oct 15th left me with a heartbreak-- the one-shoulder lace/tulle frock was absent (boo!) along the racks of grommet-embellished pants/dresses. Sad, ain't it! Post-SPM plans as said below are en route-- it's exciting since, as a lass who spends 3/4 of her lifetime salivating over kicks, to share this love.. Awesome. Other things, else: (i) the lads are bringin' out the booze at night (no, no-- I'm on the sidelines!) so I shall embrace their drunkard repertoires.. and snap shots for future blackmail usage. Ha, I kid. Half-kid. You never know with me, eh?; (ii) Premier League weekend-- anxious, anxious over Aston Villa hosting the Chels. O'Neill's lads aren't inferior, there's legit assets like Milner and Agbonlahor, but again-- we're Chelsea, we don't settle, so.. up the Blues! Sunderland take on Kops-- Bent remains ever-signifcant; lad gotta amp up the scoresheet to make the England squad for WC2010 (and Heskey is shit) so.. c'mon Bent! Oh, and.. Valencia vs. Barcelona. Stoked.; (iii) PYTs, spread some love to Don't Ask Amanda, Evil Twin S/S '09 (Platinum Evil spin-off-- old news, I know), Marjan Pejoski and Simone (Katie Nehra). Kick-arse to the core.
[MUSIC] Phantogram - Running From The Cops
Phantogram = trip-hop = love. Shuffling MSTRKRFT, St. Vincent, old Garbage..
