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Saturday, November 08, 2003
Thursday, November 06, 2003
so i just found out orlando only had 16 lines as Legolas in fellowship of the ring. 16!! how sad--pj needs to put orli's talent to use and not use him as eye candy (although im not complaining).
i have to admit that forcing sonya to watch FotR was actually quite fun--but i felt bad bc all the girl wanted to do was sleep. sorry sonya.
oh, and masquerading around in my cool new zorro costume made me delirously happy! I am now reserving it for special occasions--primarliy STALKING purposes.
Love Actually + Mr. Darcy= :)
MC is having their HC game tomorrow--I think we might actually win. Oh, and we did beat poway earlier too!! how crazy is that....
i have to admit that forcing sonya to watch FotR was actually quite fun--but i felt bad bc all the girl wanted to do was sleep. sorry sonya.
oh, and masquerading around in my cool new zorro costume made me delirously happy! I am now reserving it for special occasions--primarliy STALKING purposes.
Love Actually + Mr. Darcy= :)
MC is having their HC game tomorrow--I think we might actually win. Oh, and we did beat poway earlier too!! how crazy is that....
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
dude... john mayer is in the new issue or rolling stone. let me just say that he is ABOVE lover.. he is like, .. not even in the realm of what lover stands for. he encompasses so much more... he says things that i think but i cant explain. (uhh not all of the following quotes are things i relate to.. like the um sex thing. what john? but a lot of its like-- wow john, we could so be married!!). you guys need to go to rollingstone.com and read the article bc there's more good stuff.
"You don't have to persuade me to be perfectly honest. This gets into a whole chapter: 'Heartthrob.' Because I'm not a heartthrob. I have a butt chin. No underchin. I have a giant head, I'm lanky as can be. I have back-ne. I'm not conventionally attractive, but there is someone who my look totally does it for, no matter what it is. Whether it's the fact that my neck seemingly comes out of my chest and not the top, whether it's that I have terrible posture. I've never labored under the illusion that any of my success has to do with looks."
Do you have a type?
"It's a know-it-when-I-see-it thing. I don't like Faberge-egg beauty. I like sweat-shirt-and-ripped-jeans beauty. That's what 'Wonderland' is about. It's not about hot girls. It's about a girl who does it for you. People always thought that was a make-out song, but it's really about loving every part of someone like they're a jungle gym. It's not just tits and ass and pussy. Sex is so utilitarian. Foreplay is like a sixty-four-count box of crayons and a couple different types of paper. Sex is like banging a Coke can with a mallet."
Mayer describes himself as "a psychological hypochondriac." It's unexpected, because Mayer -- for all his hyperkinetic energy -- does not seem like a stress case. He is perpetually upbeat, relentlessly funny and not a moper. "I don't understand moodiness," he says. "I refuse to give my attention to anybody who sees their own mood as a private barometer for the way the rest of the room should be. My dedication is to staying nice and mild."
So what's missing?
"I remember coming off tour feeling really lost, like, 'Where am I, what should I do?' It's like that feeling between hunger and thirst and arousal and desire all at the same time. I get that feeling a lot -- I'd say about once a day for maybe half an hour. I think it's just sport at this point. It's total self-absorption to the max. Most people think of self-absorbed as 'I'm thinking about me instead of about you.' But I'm self-absorbed to the point where I'm thinking about me instead of the movie I'm watching. Self-absorbed as in, 'What happens if I flip out and all of a sudden I'm at the movies and I just want to go home?' "
"You don't have to persuade me to be perfectly honest. This gets into a whole chapter: 'Heartthrob.' Because I'm not a heartthrob. I have a butt chin. No underchin. I have a giant head, I'm lanky as can be. I have back-ne. I'm not conventionally attractive, but there is someone who my look totally does it for, no matter what it is. Whether it's the fact that my neck seemingly comes out of my chest and not the top, whether it's that I have terrible posture. I've never labored under the illusion that any of my success has to do with looks."
Do you have a type?
"It's a know-it-when-I-see-it thing. I don't like Faberge-egg beauty. I like sweat-shirt-and-ripped-jeans beauty. That's what 'Wonderland' is about. It's not about hot girls. It's about a girl who does it for you. People always thought that was a make-out song, but it's really about loving every part of someone like they're a jungle gym. It's not just tits and ass and pussy. Sex is so utilitarian. Foreplay is like a sixty-four-count box of crayons and a couple different types of paper. Sex is like banging a Coke can with a mallet."
Mayer describes himself as "a psychological hypochondriac." It's unexpected, because Mayer -- for all his hyperkinetic energy -- does not seem like a stress case. He is perpetually upbeat, relentlessly funny and not a moper. "I don't understand moodiness," he says. "I refuse to give my attention to anybody who sees their own mood as a private barometer for the way the rest of the room should be. My dedication is to staying nice and mild."
So what's missing?
"I remember coming off tour feeling really lost, like, 'Where am I, what should I do?' It's like that feeling between hunger and thirst and arousal and desire all at the same time. I get that feeling a lot -- I'd say about once a day for maybe half an hour. I think it's just sport at this point. It's total self-absorption to the max. Most people think of self-absorbed as 'I'm thinking about me instead of about you.' But I'm self-absorbed to the point where I'm thinking about me instead of the movie I'm watching. Self-absorbed as in, 'What happens if I flip out and all of a sudden I'm at the movies and I just want to go home?' "
