Music: Burn, Baby, Burn, Ash
Mood: *screams* I LOVE YOU ASH!!! WHOO!
Drinks: None, why do you ask?
*sings* Vicious bitter words become more and more uncool but you always take it back and let me lick your wounds.
Yeah, take that, you bitch. You know you like it. Hngh oawwww yes, you do, yes you do...
Sorry, busy watching PREMIER LEAGUE FOOTBALL! BWAHAHAHAH!!! I didn't think it possible that an American sports channel would be showing a footie game on Thanksgiving. Huzzah for Fox Sports Net (but not their news channel). Only I've just seen this game three times in the past twelve hours. Southampton v. Chelsea. Those poor Saints. It was a crap game, 'specially with Beattie out with an injury. And good Lord, when did young Terry become (he's merely 23!) captain of Chelski? <--- Yes, you read me right. I said Chelski. Quite happy that millionaire Russian bloke owns the club and is happy to spend millions of his own to buy players. They might finally win this year (barring Arsenal and Man U's advance, those bastards). The roomie watched for a while too, only she wasn't that impressed. Neither was I. The match I really wanted to watch was Chelsea vs. Newcastle. There was a slaughter that early November night, five nil. That's right. FIVE NIL. Everyone bloody scored. Even Glen Johnson.
*sings* You are my Chelsea, my only Chelsea. You make me happy when skies are grey. I never noticed how much I loved you. Until you've taken my Chelsea away, la, la, la, la, la...
Hmmm. According to BBC Sport, the Pope is a Liverpool fan. Turns out the holy man was goalkeeper in his younger days. But why Liverpool? Seems quite random. Oh and here's another news-worthy comment: would Wilko switch to the NFL? Christ, no. Jonny Wilkinson is the newest star of the English Rugby squad (see previous entry) and quite handsome (see pics in link). If he does join the NFL that will be a strong blow to the American rugby squad. It's difficult enough playing when everyone else is convinced American Football is the greatest sport ever invented. Personally, I think it's the naffest sport to be played. It even looks quite pansy. Rugby's all that without helmets, paddings and teeth. A much more adrenaline pumping viewing for the masses, and akin to watching a drawn-out boxing match. But there is much more money involved in American Football. Then there's fame and glory, at least in the U.S. - and that's what that really matters, yes?
Bleh. Grouchy, non? Long lost friend called an hour ago and gave me loads of top advice about the job market and internships. Suppose to meet her on Sunday, but have to see stupid git in process. *nonchalantly picks nose* I'd rather bleach my insides than see her.
How is my Thanksgiving going, you ask? Erm. Damn. Forgot to defrost the chicken. Wot, you thought I'd spring for a full turkey when it's only me eating? The roomie left a plate of cookies, will devour that soon. She also made me leave the flat at three in the bloody morning. It took us half an hour to arrive at the airport. Her flight was at six. I'm sure she had loads of fun. Oh and when I woke up after a drunken stupor she texted me this: 'There's a guy here who resembles Colin Firth. Hee hee hee.'
Hee bloody hee, indeed.
I wonder what's on the telly after the match.
Haha, will update later. Cor, I am desperate.
Till then, ta. I shall leave you with this:
*dances to Hot Chocolate's 'You Sexy Thing'*
YOU SHEXY THANG!