As you can probably tell, I've been typing up Shakira lyrics for my lyrics site. I could just copy them from the booklet but it's even faster just reciting them from memory, since I've listened to this damned CD too many times to count. "Underneath Your Clothes" makes me think of D-l. *sigh* That was a long time ago. Makes me sad.

BUT ANYWAY.

Enough of my sob-fest. I wanted to post this picture.

The reason I wanted to post it was because I saw it while looking for Trish scans. When I saw it, I thought: "Whoooa-ho, that's so blatantly sexual. Icky." As you know, "blatantly sexual" is really something to behold coming from me, a.k.a. the queen of blatantly sexual. Well, not - you know. ^^ Anyway, it's just a very saucy advertisement. Which I like. And I don't know why I'm posting it, it was just the kind of picture you look at and go "Wow, I have to show someone."

At your feet
I'm at your feet

Help! Cannot. Stop. Reciting. Shakira. Lyrics!

OOH! Today I got a package in the mail, which got me crazed and excited. LOL. It was my Slytherin scarf from Lauren! YAY! It's so soft and sexy and damn I'm in love. I'm going to prance around in the snow with it tomorrow, like a happy little elf. Speaking of happy little elves, I think I'll go see The Two Towers when I'm in Edmonton. Maybe I'll actually watch my Fellowship of the Ring DVD, too. Ten bucks says I'll put it on, sit for five minutes, get bored and confused and decide that my time is better spent watching wrestling. Heh.

You can laugh only if you laugh with me
You can cry only if you cry for me
Don't forget that you're condemned to me

Shakira lyrics are taking over my brain!

My friend called me perverted a week or two ago. I felt incredible pride. I've always been known as perverted online, but never in real life. *sob* I'd like to thank all the hot guys out there, for making my perviness possible... ^.~

I've realized that I have a high threshold for pain. Like a female Mick Foley, but cuter. A few days ago my brother slammed the door on my arm. I stood there and clenched my arm until my knuckles went white, but after a minute I was over it. There's now a three-inch, green, purple and red bruise, but it really doesn't hurt. But I've gotten a few injuries on my legs that are really smarting.

One is on my right foot. After I wore four inch heels (I was 6'2" with them on, hee), my foot was numb. And now when I wake up and first lean on my foot, it goes numb. But that goes away eventually. And I must have pulled a muscle in my leg or sprained something, because I feel sharp pain in my left calf, so much so that I have to walk with a limp. Sucky.

All this pain
Begins to feel like pleasure
With my tears
You'd make a sea a desert
Salt my wounds and I'll keep saying thank you

Slackers is the stupidest damned movie I've ever seen. I hated it. It wasn't funny, there was no point, and it was yucky. I mean, there's cute perversion, and there's gross perversion. Guess which one most of the jokes in that movie involved? Ugh.

OH YEAH! I almost forgot to mention. I want to make a wrestling fansite so badly. So badly. My love for Harry Potter has fizzled ever-so-slightly, mainly because Chris Columbus is a frickin' moron and I didn't like Chamber of Secrets as much as I should have. But choosing a wrestler for the site is so difficult, since I need to consider many things. First of all, I need to look at the amount of sites there already are about that wrestler, and the quality of them. I need to consider whether or not they have an official site, and how much information and pictures there are out there. Also, I have to consider whether the wrestler is a face or heel, and how big their fan following is. As you can tell, I'm not the type of person to go, "Hey, he's cool. I'll make a website for him! Hyuck!"

So here are my prospects so far, and the pros/cons:

So what if I made a time-consuming chart-thing for next to no reason?! It's winter break, so sue me.

In other news, where the hell is Dave? I'm going to smack him when I find him, he hasn't been online in almost two weeks.

And because I pride myself on randomness: TRISH STRATUS IS A GODDESS. Foley is God. I want an injection of Vitamin C! *nod nod* After searching for days, I've finally found the super-cool Trish picture I was looking for. All is well in the world.

then + now