Who'll Stop the Raiiiiiiin

Well. This was an interesting day. Wet and cold. Really really really cold. Almost made me wanna hug some random guy at the bike race. Of course, it wouldn't've been random since the only 2 guys I would have even considered hugging would've been either Guy#1 who's in my class or Guy#2, the one I used to be with.

But I didn't. I waited until I was home and changed in my warm clothes to actually start thinking today. And pretty much came to the conclusion that 1) I really need to get laid [along with a friend of mine...but not together, not at the same time. With different people, yes. ...Awkward] and 2) I really want a boyfriend. No need for one, but I want one :(. And no, thos two things are not corelated in any way. They are separate facts.

Anyways. So yeah. I spent my night thinking about that. I want a damn boyfriend. Like right now :]. SIGH.

Anywho, the most interesting conversation topic today for me was, um, hot guys. Hot guys in uniforms. And a rather awkward mentioning of people I didn't want mentioned. Actually, scratch that. Not "Hot Guys In Uniforms/Suits", but guys in uniforms. Period. Because I think pretty much any guy would look hot in, I don't know, one of those white Navy uniforms :}.

Then there's, of course, that whole other category of celebrities. Man, I would kill to see Orlando Bloom in a freakin Navy uniform. I already pretty much burnt the remaining functioning cells in my brain by staring at him too hard during POTC3 [The bandana, the hair, the eyes, the SCAR. Nyaha :P]. It would probably make my brain explode. ^_^

Anywho, I'm gonna go do something constructive now.

-Goodbye

P.S. --> I am fickle. Fickle fickle fickle. I so haven't given up.