Alright, I'm so obsessed with this woman, it made me watch 13 Going On 30 the 4th time just to actually see her. I haven't had the guts to get around Elektra, that movie sucks so bad even without having watched it... all I did was watch the lesbian kiss (which was promoted heavily on some blog, wheras the scene was rather.. pityful than sexy. It's such a typical men's movie).

Aaah, talk about having no life. Even my friends and especially my brother think I'm nuts. But this is only helping me shelter myself from everything else that is going on around me, seriously. I'd rather spend my days thinking about how cool it must be to be Sidney Bristow or being friends with Jen Garner than that half hearted apology my ex boyfriend stuttered down the other day, or the piles of homework I still have to get done, or God bless automobiles, my driver's licence, which I'm not so keen on getting anymore.

More interesting yet, I went to see Miami Vice last night, which was next to taking three lines of coke and drinking half a bottle of Vodka on an empty stomach was probably the worst idea I've ever had in my entire life. The movie sucked so much that I went outside before it had even ended to smoke a cigarette. It was the first time in months that I thought about how good it would've been to just get stoned right then. Not even the presence of mighty yum yum Colin Farrell could comfort me, the long sleezy hair and-- Jesus, the moustache. HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOUSTACHE?! That thing breathes and lives, it's that irritatingly big.

To continue my procrastination programme that involves both the ignorance of duty and socializing, I'm going to watch the The Simpsons Top 10 Best Episodes Marathon. Oh and, maybe I'm going to get myself something to eat, if I'm not too lazy.

I forgot how great the functionality of weekend was. You start worshipping free time even more when it's not daily. I was a little slow on finding out, I know.. laters.