Me and Logan, and a very private bathroom.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
I woke up, also, with Jielun's Lang Man Shou Ji (Romantic Handphone and yes I do feel stupid typing that) playing softly in my head. I played his new disc again and I fell in love with that song. I still don't feel much for Malt Candy, except the verses; the chorus...doesn't do it for me yet.
Also love: Hei Se Mao Yi and its strong and distinct R&B feel.
No Veronica Mars this week due to some sweepstakes thingy or other. That just stinks.
I've already watched all of Gilmore Girls Season 5 as well as all the already-aired episodes of Season 6. So currently I have nothing to watch and it's severely getting on my nerves, and my Alias Season 4 download is at 30.8% and I've been downloading it for about a month already. I hate technology. And I am in desperate and dire need of a fucking DVD burner.
I can't taste my coffee. In fact, I haven't been able to taste anything for the past two days. I wake up and my throat feels scratchy, I think of school and my heart feels suicidal.
Okay, those two train of thoughts were completely unrelated. I'm sorry but I'm distracted by the Jason Dohring site I linked to above. Logan is so hot. I'm so in love.
I wanted to finish this Friday's SLS readings today but I read two pages' worth of statutes on human organ transplants and I decided that this site was more interesting.
No angsty thoughts today.
Or rather, many angsty thoughts today, no mood to write about them.
Well, they're nothing I haven't already whined to death about anyway.
Whatever. I need a guy like Logan. He's so hot and fucked up, incorrigibly amoral, so yummy. I love his snarky ways and the poor little rich boy cliche, and he has his huge mansion all to himself, and he has an SUV (which I can get used to), and I love the choker he always wears.
To top it all off, he's so hot without a shirt. Love the dramatic and theatrical hand gestures, that smirk, the way he's able to inject sarcasm into his quirky little skips, I'm convinced he's the one.
I should shut up, shouldn't I?