Just admiring some more Richard Armitage after watching North and South…
Sir Guy of Gisborne
Stop judging me - I’ve a very sore leg!!! 
Monthly Archives: May 2009
The scent of summer
I must be the only person in Dublin not happy about the weather. It’s hard to be happy when you can’t enjoy the beautiful sunshine, and probably the only sunshine we’ll get this side of August, and the fresh scent of cut grass. It’s all well and good if you’re one of those people who can sit in the sun for hours, topping up a tan.
I’m not, I’m more a feel the grass beneath your toes while taking a scroll, kind of girl. And add it to the fact that sitting out on a very hot day makes for one hell of an uncomfortable cast experience.
Still, the smell of the breeze cheered me up until the feel of metal in my leg brought me back down to earth with a bang. I really don’t know what to think. Surely I shouldn’t be feeling it? Shouldn’t be feeling like its protruding from my ankle? Perhaps I should ring the hospital on Tuesday, I wouldn’t even know where to ask to be put through to.
I’m far to tired for this shite!
Harry Potter Widget
Apparently it’ll be here in Dublin, Liffey Valley to be exact, on June 10th and 11th. There is no information about tickets what so ever ANYWHERE! Bastards!!
I suppose it doesn’t even matter, as it’s not like I can go. My cast comes off on the 10th and it’ll be about 6 weeks to walk, ungimp like, again so getting there on the 11th looks a no-no too.
This year sucks!!!
Just a vampire for your love
Staying on topic of celebrity crushes – My friend is currently nursing a very severe case of RSI (Repetitive Strain Injury) in her wrist. Last night she “Right-click Saved” so many Robert Pattinson shirtless pictures doctors say she’ll never masturbate again.
I just hope Mr Pattinson knows how much he owes his fans. The amount of damage these young girls are doing to their wrists right now will leave them with lasting damage well into middle age.
Perhaps they can sue him? Not for money, of course, but perhaps payment in tongue? Read the rest of this entry »
Alert: New Celeb crush
Yes, that’s right ANOTHER one! I can barely keep up at this stage.
I remember him from Sparkhouse in 2002 but since I was off across the otherside of the world the week the final episode aired, and didn’t yet have internet access, I didn’t give him much thought. The only thought I had was “I know Carol and Andrew are in love Heathcliff and Cathy style, but I’d definitely be giving that John one”
Yes, thats right; Richard Armitage. Yummy!!!
My interest has been new re-ignited since I finally got to watch North and South. I’m a big period drama freak and I remember being pissed when missing the debut airing date, but I can’t for the life of me think why I never got around to buying it on DVD. So many DVD’s, so little money, eh!
As of now I’ve not yet seen the whole programme so I’ll hold out on critiquing but I’m adoring the chemistry between the two leads. Stolen glances, ever so slight touching of fingers – exactly what I love in my period drama’s. Ooooh I can’t wait to watch it all.
Robin Hood, on the other hand. I’ve watched it a few times and for all the Richard playing Guy of Gisbornes in the world I can’t sit through another episode of that. Far too corny to watch, but screencaps are welcome ever so much 
La la la la laaaaa
It’s days like these that I really wish I could get into town. The music I already own is boring the arse off me and I desperately want something new. And since it’s music, I trust it to no one else to buy it for me.
Knowing Cee she’d come back with some god awful R’n'B album insisting that I had shit taste and she is merely tutoring me. Tutor me on your own money, if you will!!!
BGT! ‘Simon Cowell’s got more money’ you mean…
Gonna have to stop watching this shite, really. Judges are so far up their own holes it’s no wonder Simon’s hair is always in bits. Piers has the biggest ego for a completely talentless person and Amanda is just the biggest fucking tool!
I wouldn’t mind but it’s like The X Factor, I only watch for the dopes who come on thinking they are fantastic. But then I go and end up getting upset when the judges continue to be self-indulgent pricks who don’t give a damn about peoples feelings.
I really got upset the other night watching Kieran Gaffney, the twelve year old drummer. He was beaming, BEAMING, when the three judges heaped the praise on him, only for the fuckers to ditch him before the semi-finals. And for what? For a fat tranny who licks his own belly button fluff, an over weight ‘dancer’ who gets her tits out while Piers mauls himself under the table and a guy who swings garbage bins from his ears.
Go on home and count your millions, Cowell, while you continue to look down on us mere mortals. Prick!
Looking at me with those ‘fuck me’ eyes
You know what the sad thing was? I actually pointed at the screen and shouted “oh my god, its Eric Cantona”
Robert Pattinson looking like he could make you come just by looking at you and I notice Eric Cantona! I blame my Man U obsessed father and brother for my totally, inappropriate overlooking of hotness. Wonder if RPattz got his autograph?
Three shy…two shy…Got em!!!
Out of the 50 films hidden in the cryptic canvas I’ve got 41 so far.
Don’t want me to spoil it for you, look away now…
I wonder if Easons stock these?
I came across the “Wreck This Journal” concept from the lovely Laura who posted a comment on the blog post below this one. I must say, I’m very intrigued!
From its amazon page I get the idea that you’ve to totally and utterly trash the journal. Fill it with pure randomness and set about ruining it with coffee stains, paint and whatever icky substance you can think of using.
The pure randomness sounds right up my street but could I have the heart to defile a journal, a book or sketchpad? I probably could since it seems just to fun not to do it. I think I’m definitely going to invest in one of these babies!
