Friday, November 9, 2012
Liam Neeson
I don't understand Ewan McGregor's hair in Star Wars.
I just?
Why?
The one long braid?
Short and spiky on top?
I've never seen Star Wars and since I have a lot of work to do over the next week, I rented all three of them to watch. I'm half watching them, half not paying attention.
Internet is working again after the hurricane, so that is nice.
Keira Knightley is so sexy. I know she's like eleven in this movie, I mean as a woman. Her mouth.
I've bought magazines before just because she was on the cover of them, and pretty much every one of them have focused more on her beauty and weight and personal relationships than anything she might be interested in...even her acting.
I think the media takes that approach towards a lot of actresses, but it seems very pronounced with Knightley.
I think she's beautiful and a good actress and she has a nice laugh. I wonder what she does to relax, or what her favorite book is.
Maybe it's better for her for those things to remain private.
Hmm.
Liam Neeson in a poncho, dum dee dum dum dum.
Liam Neeson with long flowing hair, ha cha cha cha cha.
I'm trying to finish a scarf. My mom mailed me yarn in a box of hurricane supplies. The scarf is made up of brown, cream, red, and blue yarn.
It's really frickin' cold here. It's cold outside and it's often cold in my room. Last year I had a radiator that clicked on and made loud noises. It was like a living being against the wall of my room. And I lived on the bottom bunk, right next to it, so when it was cold outside I could hold my hands over the heater.
This new radiator is perfectly fine, but also very quiet. It works well, but cold air gets in through a leak in my window. The past few days I've been holding a pipe that connects from the radiator to the wall, when it's especially cold.
In the library today I sat down on a slightly warm radiator in the bathroom. It wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cold. I sat for a minute and ate half of a tuna, tomato, and lettuce sandwich.
I feel like Liam Neeson would be a very comforting person to talk to.
Picture him looking directly into your eyes and saying, "Everything is going to be okay, darling."
Then he puts a hand to your cheek and smiles softly, and one tear falls from your eye...
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