Rach G was obsessing about her need to be cast as Helen in �Troy� (orlando bloom is paris, brad pitt is achilles). she told me that �our very own� kristin kreuk� is a potential helen, but that she was obviously born for the part because she has white arms.

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i was talking about orlando bloom, when my mum commented on the fact that people dig short guys now (OB, EW, JL etc.). so i said that it�s because people dig androgyny.

�what�s that?� she asked.

�boys looking like girls� i answered.

so she deducted that society is having paedophiliac tendencies.

so tell me this: my love for jude law, say, is due to my paedophiliac tendencies. oh, the logic overwhelms me.

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i was watching this gardening show. its got this annoying habit of stupid camera work and playing a different song every time the presenter moves on to a new plant. it was playing �muse�, �coldplay� then �the dandy warhols�. naturally, i start talking about music and (get your sock puppet* out, ticca) matt hales. i get distracted for a moment and look back at the TV. the man was talking about aloe. why, isn�t that a familiar riff? �To me, you�re strange and you�re beautiful...� cue crazy fan squealing.

*about the sock puppet: i�m an obsessive, so ticca has this imaginary sock puppet that sings:

�matt hales is so cute. matt hales is so beautiful. matt hales has such a nice voice. i want to marry matt hales and have his babies. i loooooooove matt hales...�

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i am actually enjoying the comic relief thing. huh.

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today lunch, some first year tipped the chair over with my bag and DT file on it and sat in it. so i screamed,

�Excuse me?�

the little rude, impertinent bitch opened her mouth and let some bullshit out. i started babbling loudly, which was just not effective. (remember that this time last week, i decided to stop taking shit from people for lent.) rebecca, or becky, as she is known to people who know her well, said,

�i�ll get the chair back.�

so she did. she walked over, took the chair, and put my bag and DT file back on it.

�not taking shit from lower fours.� she said.

damn right, i thought.

�you�re my favourite person,� i said.

the little rude, impertinent lower fours gave rebecca and i little rude, impertinent evils. i laughed in their faces.

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