He likes to think of himself as a big badass. You know the kind. Drinks, parties, goes through girl after girl after girl. Yeah, he’s a real badass – minus the booze, late nights, and girls, that is.
He’s a pretty serious little fella. He has this intensity about him and when he does something, it’s completely, whole-heartedly, with all of his effort.
Maybe it’s his attempts to be the ultra-cool partying rock star he isn’t, or maybe it’s his (adorable?) sense of determination, but I can’t quite get over him. It doesn’t hurt that the boy has good looks and an amazing voice as well. It does hurt that we’ve yet to meet, however. It doesn’t help that he has no idea that I exist. It leaves me pouring all my energy into a seemingly one-sided relationship.Part of a totally adorable Valentines story I got from Victoria. Thanks again sweetey! And it totally fits him. It could have easily be something I would have written, but about some other guy. That one with the applebottom and the pouty lips. Except for the last part.
Cause it doesn’t really hurt that we’ve yet to meet. Off course I would like to meet him and see what he is really like. But on the other hand, what if he turns out to be a big jackass? It affect me liking that amazing voice (cause after all, although I think the Gallagher brothers are egocentric arrogant pricks, I also think Wonderwall is an amazing song), but still it wouldn’t be the same.
Life is nothing without a little risk and maybe I’m too traumatized by that one time at age twelve when I saw my idols perform and they turned out to be the biggest assholes in Belgian showbiz. But for now I’ll just settle with that tad of mystery that makes him even more attractive.
On another note: shopping spree today. I really need to learn how to control myself. Spending almost 200 euros in less than two hours isn’t exactly smart when you no source of income what so ever. But then again, it was so worth it.
I got some funny birthday cards for my friends overseas and on other sides of Europe.
I picked up some comic books I had won with a contest in the newspaper.
I got perfume for both my mom and me. J’adore Dior, I can help but love the smell.
I supported some starting artists who was selling some comic book thing on the street. Turned out his cartoons are pretty funny. It’s always nice to help a new artist get started, even if it is in a silly little way like this.
I decided to buy some cds and wished I had more money when I was standing inside the store. I almost ended up with Fall Out Boy’s From Under the Cork Tree, Damien Rice’s 9 and The Cure’s Disintegration, but then my eye happened to fall up on Panic’s Live in Chicago DVD. I didn’t even know they had that in Belgium, so I couldn’t pass on that one and decided to change the first two cds for the dvd. But I’m sure I’ll be back to pick up the other ones later and they won’t be my last =).