What flesh will do to you...
Will do to me, too
Be free and on your own
It's not that simple
It's not that simple
It's never that simple
- finger eleven, "First Time"
Okay, my little celebrity crush has just turned full-blown infatuation. Damned Brock and his damned sexiness. I had a dream about him and his fiancée last night. *sigh* I wish I could have fun dreams about purple clouds and giant killer squid. But no, I have to have dreams about celebrities whom I then get obsessed with for precisely 2 years or until I find someone better. Luckily, I'm over my whole Matt Hardy phase, because I was so obsessed that it's just scary. Heh, no lie.
You know what sucks? I left a message on Lance Storm's comment board about a training school. (He's a very cool wrestler living in Calgary, whose hand I got to touch, haha.) Then someone emails me, asking how old I am because they book for an indie federation in Sherwood Park.
AAAH!
I have to be 18 to wrestle legally, and I would kill for the chance to wrestle in an indie fed! Man, it's times like these that I feel truly lucky to live in Alberta, home of many, many wrestling leagues and plenty of famous wrestlers. It eliminates the problem of searching for places that'll hire you. Yay for Alberta. I live in the best province. Except for Ontario, damned Ontario. :)
Today I woke up, went to my mom, and said, "Hey mom, can I get my bellybutton pierced?" She then replied with, "Alright, but wait until we go to Edmonton."
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? Haha! Upon nearly dying of shock and asking her why she was being so generous, she said, "Because no one will be able to see it." Okay, she has a point. But damned if I don't find excuses to show it to everyone I know, bwahaha.
I don't know what to get anyone for Christmas. I have three friends, my brother, my mommy, and my pets to shop for. (Yes, I am going to buy my pets Christmas presents. Hee.) I guess I'll get my stupid brother a DVD or something, I'm going to get my kitty a new collar and toys, and I'm getting my ickle Hammy a new hamster ball and a cage. But my mom... that's where the problem is.
I'm going to get her a pair of slippers, bath soak, and a big scented candle, since that's what she's dropped hints as to wanting. But what else? I couldn't possibly buy her clothes. Oh yeah, and I could get her a book, but what else does she want? I need to get something big, like a centerpiece. Hey! I can get her a gift certificate for a manicure, pedicure, and facial! *grin* Yay for me. It only took me two frickin' weeks to think of that, bwahaha.
Aah, it's Brock. So sessy. I want to BE that bathtub. *pout*