"..The worst crime is faking it."
Win some, lose some.
You know what's dope? This Kid Cudi dude. I laff him. Don't tell nobody.
Countin' on the Chelsea for a goal rout vs. Blackburn Rovers (after that 4-0 win, it's rather appropriate), secret fangirl material Cesc to kick up an assist/two vs. out-of-form West Ham and Taylor (vs. Everton at home!) & Milner (vs. Wolves away.. oh well). Gotta love the lads. Kops vs. United? I'd prefer a Kop win to halt United's tenure at the top, but hey.. anything goes. Up the Chels!
Cheers to: Petr Cech's clean sheet, the end to Frank's alleged goal draught (effin' volley, suckas!), Terry upstaging Kun (meh, maybe he's not Premier League material anyhow?), Zhirkov and Sturridge baptized on to the field, Kops on 4th straight loss (potential 5th this weekend vs. Devils?), Krkic sighting vs. Rubin Kazan (boo!) and the many shirtless moments. Champions League.. always a pleasure.
I think Kristen Stewart is an awful actress. She plays the same character in every movie: a moody teenage girl who sighs, mumbles, gets all emotional over god knows what, and most of all, bites her lower lip. Biting your lower lip can be sexy, but for Kristen Stewart it’s hard proof that she doesn’t know how to act. Why does she do it? Is it a nervous tick? Does she think it makes a scene more powerful? Or is it a trademark that directors want her to do?
Director: Yeah, Kristen, I loved you in this scene, but I think what we need is a little more lip biting.
Sssup!
Nerves, nerves, nerves. Hours on papers, befriending highlighters in neon palettes, flash cards.. the lacklustre social life is self-explanatory, no? Effin' monotonous. Insert sad face. Failure to rake in a Christopher Kane x Topshop piece on Oct 15th left me with a heartbreak-- the one-shoulder lace/tulle frock was absent (boo!) along the racks of grommet-embellished pants/dresses. Sad, ain't it! Post-SPM plans as said below are en route-- it's exciting since, as a lass who spends 3/4 of her lifetime salivating over kicks, to share this love.. Awesome. Other things, else: (i) the lads are bringin' out the booze at night (no, no-- I'm on the sidelines!) so I shall embrace their drunkard repertoires.. and snap shots for future blackmail usage. Ha, I kid. Half-kid. You never know with me, eh?; (ii) Premier League weekend-- anxious, anxious over Aston Villa hosting the Chels. O'Neill's lads aren't inferior, there's legit assets like Milner and Agbonlahor, but again-- we're Chelsea, we don't settle, so.. up the Blues! Sunderland take on Kops-- Bent remains ever-signifcant; lad gotta amp up the scoresheet to make the England squad for WC2010 (and Heskey is shit) so.. c'mon Bent! Oh, and.. Valencia vs. Barcelona. Stoked.; (iii) PYTs, spread some love to Don't Ask Amanda, Evil Twin S/S '09 (Platinum Evil spin-off-- old news, I know), Marjan Pejoski and Simone (Katie Nehra). Kick-arse to the core.
[MUSIC] Phantogram - Running From The Cops
Phantogram = trip-hop = love. Shuffling MSTRKRFT, St. Vincent, old Garbage..
Sssup with the lass! (me-- no, I'm not a man)
Christopher Kane x Topshop at Pavilion, 15th Oct. Baby, I'm there!
results are out, in hand are 7As. The others? Sad alphabets.
oh Lord-- salivation ahead: Shop Nasty Gal new stocks. Love overwhelm.
Premier League return! Ahh, back to natural weekend routines.
en route: faux Givenchy wedges, Beyonce tickets..
35 days left (as of today, right?) to SPM. Fuck lazy like a bear, still.
Ballack's ROFL-worthy acting skillz, Cech sans headgear.. y'know you want it.
Torrent queue newbie: Paranormal Activity. Sssup with the hype!
I don't take shit from nobody, son.
Didn't anyone tell you?
