starstruck

Two gals that I wanted to be tonight at the Academy Awards:

1. Keisha Castle-Hughs, because she was introduced to Johnny Depp and he took her hands in his twice, touched her arm, stared down at her with a big smile, and told her she was amazing. ...I'd be about that stunned too.

2. Charlize Theron, not because of the Oscar, but because she kissed Adrian Brody.

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Well, I just took down my last post, short though it was. I was feeling cavalier, but now I've gone back to a sour mood and don't feel like shouting my problems to the internet world anymore. It was a very short moment of emotional exhibitionism-- over now. Thrill fades fast, yah.

Is this what growing up is? When being childish because you can just seems... childish?

I think I need a bath.

lyrics

I've been downloading a lot of music lately so I'm not sure whom I got this from... crushw_eyeliner, or saava, or dtissagirl, or someone else, but thank you. I'm really digging the chorus.

"In Liverpool"

In Liverpool
On Sunday
No traffic
On the avenue
The light is pale and thin
Like you
No sound, down
In this part of town
Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

Homesick for a clock
That told the same time
sometimes you made no sense to me
if you lie on the ground
in somebody's arms
you'll probably swallow some of their history

And the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

I'll be the girl who sings for my supper
You'll be the monk whose forehead is high
He'll be the man who's already working
Spreading a memory all through the sky

In Liverpool
On Sunday
No reason to even remember you now

Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am