Oh, visitor-one, won't you sign our guestbook? Our lovely lovely guestbook? Because the guestbook is just so lovely.

Friday, November 22, 2002

"When my agent told me that I had the job, I
was screaming down the phone! Oh my God - I was totally over-excited!"
- Orlando Bloom on being a 14 year-old girl

"He's quite funny without actually trying to be funny. He'll sort of sit down and he can't sit still for very long and he'll say, 'I think I need to move my car' and he'll be off. You'll be having a conversation with him and be like 'where'd he go?' "
- About Orlando

Hee! I do that all the time, unintentionally, of course. I mean, jumping around and forgetting to tell people that I'm leaving. It's not because I don't care, because I do, honestly.

Eeeeeeeeeh. Must finish all renovations of sites. Not so many comments in the guestbook these days.

Wednesday, November 20, 2002

Would it kill someone to give me a little sleep? You see, I'm trying to sleep in advanced chem, and people keep on coming up to me and poking my back and asking me if I'm all right. Oh, you assume because my head is down in my snuggly Oxford University sweatshirt, I am feeling a little sick? Well, you know what? DON'T assume. In fact, do not care about me at all, except for a certain Mister Lugo with Orlando Eyes (he does honestly have Orlando's eyes and face structure. He would have the hair, except it's cut really short), who can poke my SnugglySweatshirt all he wants to.

Ooh, and Ali Dos, mi amiga- your.. layout... is comin' round the bend. Uh... soon. Because Nellie has a giant chemistry test tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Man. I wish I were like Orlando, and dashed away from school to go to Guildhall. Actually, I would need to live in England to do that, because I can't just whip out 700 bucks at the moment, mainly because I don't have that much money. And you know if I had 700 bucks I wouldn't spend it on a Guildhall education, because I doubt even they would be able to correct my horrendous acting skills and my incredibly soft voice.

I would go to London with the 700 bucks, and probably go find Orlando or something. It would be sad meeting him, though, because he would probably only listen to my incessant babbling for about three minutes or so and then make something up like, "I have to go to the Two Towers premiere and I can't bring a date, sorry! No, there's absolutely no way you can come! JESUS CHRIST, GIRL, I know I'm gorgeous and beautiful and charming and very very nice but that only goes to a certain extent, and that extent has been reached, and you need to LET GO OF MY BEAUTIFUL SILKY SMOOTH GOLDEN HAND!"

Oh, but believe me, once I'm attached, I'm not letting go. I think I may have been one of those special Leech-Human hybrids, you know. But SuperLeech-Hybrid. And I wouldn't suck on his blood or anything... which would make me a Superglue-Human hybrid.

All right. That is disturbing, but believe me, it is only because my mother has bought Coca-Cola and you know what that does to me. It has come to my attention that we don't have an archives page at the moment, and that is because the new layout is almost complete, and spiffed up... it's the Thanksgiving layout, and I'm attempting to procrastinate studying for chemistry at least another hour.

Let's hope mum doesn't see that. She probably will, though.

Sunday, November 17, 2002

Heeeeeeelllo, Agent Vaughn. Mm. We does like to bring you grapes and fan out and tell you how pretty you is! Des we do! Des we do!

Okay. Someone really IS trying to kill me with sensory overload today.