Naturally, these news only reach me now. I hate this world.
Oh, Ellen, baby, I'm so over you.
Not I'll go and be depressed.
Montag, 30. Juni 2008
I wanted to talk about something interesting . . .
. . . but then I found this video of Ioan Gruffudd walking around somewhere, and my plans went right out the window.
He truly is the Welsh Fox.
Can I just say that, if anyone ever forced me to turn The Bitch Goddess Notebook into a movie (uhh), he'd totally be my first choice to play Rob Schafer.
I mean, look at him?
If Martha O'Connor didn't base his looks on Gruffudd's then... well, then she didn't.
Moving on.
Universal? Call me about those film rights . . .
He truly is the Welsh Fox.
Can I just say that, if anyone ever forced me to turn The Bitch Goddess Notebook into a movie (uhh), he'd totally be my first choice to play Rob Schafer.
I mean, look at him?
If Martha O'Connor didn't base his looks on Gruffudd's then... well, then she didn't.
Moving on.
Universal? Call me about those film rights . . .
Can't believe I didn't tell you this yet . . .
I had the most surreal, craziest, sickest thing happen to me on Saturday.
So I had some friends over, and we were just hanging around with the windows wide open, 'cause the summer in Germany should go to Hell for being a slut, when suddenly this bird flew inside (the animal, not a hot woman). And because we have pretty big windows it just kept crashing against them, trying to get outside.
It was so horrible.
So, anyway, I opened every window and kind of urged it outside, but it was pretty obvious that it was too hurt to ever fully recover.
The next day: my friends had left and I was cleaning up the living room, when I looked out of the glass door at the far side of the room, and saw a dead bird lying on the porch.
It was so sad, and I carried it into the garden and kinda threw it into the bushes (I'm sorry, but what was I supposed to do?).
And, I swear to God, two minutes after I came back inside, there was ANOTHER bird flying around in the flat.
Somehow I managed to get it outside, but that was one of the most surreal things ever.
You know how birds fly against a window, trying to get outside?
It's got something suicidal to it, and then with the second bird... I don't know, I felt like I was in The Happening or The Birds or something.
Anyway, I had to get that off my chest.
It just made me sick.
So I had some friends over, and we were just hanging around with the windows wide open, 'cause the summer in Germany should go to Hell for being a slut, when suddenly this bird flew inside (the animal, not a hot woman). And because we have pretty big windows it just kept crashing against them, trying to get outside.
It was so horrible.
So, anyway, I opened every window and kind of urged it outside, but it was pretty obvious that it was too hurt to ever fully recover.
The next day: my friends had left and I was cleaning up the living room, when I looked out of the glass door at the far side of the room, and saw a dead bird lying on the porch.
It was so sad, and I carried it into the garden and kinda threw it into the bushes (I'm sorry, but what was I supposed to do?).
And, I swear to God, two minutes after I came back inside, there was ANOTHER bird flying around in the flat.
Somehow I managed to get it outside, but that was one of the most surreal things ever.
You know how birds fly against a window, trying to get outside?
It's got something suicidal to it, and then with the second bird... I don't know, I felt like I was in The Happening or The Birds or something.
Anyway, I had to get that off my chest.
It just made me sick.
Sonntag, 29. Juni 2008
The Football Stuff
So, Germany is not the Europe Soccer Champion.
Spain won, mere minutes ago, and, boy, do they deserve it.
Germany was shit. (love 'em)
Anyway, oddly enough, I'm not struck with depression, and I'm actually really happy for Spain. They were amazing in pretty much every match, and you gotta love those guys.
Names I learned today: (Sergio) Ramos, Silva and Villa. See? I learn fast.
Then of course there's Fernando Torres, but I just can't bring myself to like him.
Bash me for this, but every time I see him, I have to think of a Spanish Cristiano Ronaldo.
Ouch.
Spain won, mere minutes ago, and, boy, do they deserve it.
Germany was shit. (love 'em)
Anyway, oddly enough, I'm not struck with depression, and I'm actually really happy for Spain. They were amazing in pretty much every match, and you gotta love those guys.
Names I learned today: (Sergio) Ramos, Silva and Villa. See? I learn fast.
Then of course there's Fernando Torres, but I just can't bring myself to like him.
Bash me for this, but every time I see him, I have to think of a Spanish Cristiano Ronaldo.
Ouch.
Freitag, 27. Juni 2008
I promise . . .
. . . that no matter how bad you feel, this video will make you smile.
Gotta love Paul Rudd.
Gotta love Paul Rudd.
It's a big birthday-day!
Okay, first of, happy birthday, Sara!
(That was on Wednesday, but since she doesn't read this blog, well. Anyway, happy birthday, sweety!)
Today:
Tony Leung (or, as credited on IMDb: "Tony Leung Chiu Wai" - never, ever heard the last two names. Whatever) : 46 (seriously? These Asians, never look their age . . . ts ts!)
Tobey Maguire: 33 (could not care less . . .)
Ed Westwick: 21 (yay!)
Christian Kane: 34 (really? Not possible. When he started on Angel he was already like 30, 32 or something. That would make him 30 during his last appearance on Angel . . . crazy, crazy, crazy. Anyway, he rocks.)
Yancey Arias: 37 (you'll know him when you see him)
No woman-birthday havers? What the munchy?
(That was on Wednesday, but since she doesn't read this blog, well. Anyway, happy birthday, sweety!)
Today:
Tony Leung (or, as credited on IMDb: "Tony Leung Chiu Wai" - never, ever heard the last two names. Whatever) : 46 (seriously? These Asians, never look their age . . . ts ts!)
Tobey Maguire: 33 (could not care less . . .)
Ed Westwick: 21 (yay!)
Christian Kane: 34 (really? Not possible. When he started on Angel he was already like 30, 32 or something. That would make him 30 during his last appearance on Angel . . . crazy, crazy, crazy. Anyway, he rocks.)
Yancey Arias: 37 (you'll know him when you see him)
No woman-birthday havers? What the munchy?
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