Two pieces of good news in the last two days:
01) I'm now a New Zealand permanent resident- i.e. I can stay and not have to pay exorbitant school fees!
02) My visa for the UK has been processed and my passport will be mailed back in the next week. I don't know the result yet, but I'm hoping it's good.
So, yeah. Not a bad two days. Except for the weather. <_<

1. Bold the names of guys you'd definitely sex it up with.
2. Italicize the names of guys you might do after a little persuasion.
3. Leave the guys who don't do anything for you alone.
4. Put a question mark after the guys you've never heard of.
5. Strike the guys you wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole.
6. Add three more guys to the list.

1. Russell Howard
2. Criss Angel
3. Robert Pattinson
4. Jeffrey Dean Morgan
5. Hugh Jackman
6. Brad Pitt
7. Jared Padalecki
8. Taylor Lautner
9. Jackson Rathbone
10. Robert Downey Jr.
11. Jared Leto
12. Adam Gontier ?
13. Chris Kane ?
14. Michael Welch
15. Jensen Ackles
16. Bruce Willis
17. Shia LeBeouf
18. Don Cheadle

Nothing feels different, or special, or anything. It's just another year. I don't see why people get so excited about it.

Watching Avatar tomorrow. I hope that shit lives up to my expectations.

I have dinosaur cookie cutters now.

Sam Neill: 62 years old and still made of awesome spectacular fabulous win spectacularly awesome fabulous win.

Also, he has officially joined the list of great actors that have played dirty old men hobos. And he's still sexy.

Amusing word of the day: hobo.

I'm still giggling everytime I use it. I blame Woody Harrelson for his portrayal of a hobo in 2012, and my main man Walter 'Ginger Hobo' Kovacs.

also mmmmmmmmmmmm Matthew Lillard, shirtless <3

Things I want to say to you, but I know I never will:

I just want you to tell me: all those times that you made it seem like you wanted me (and still do), are they unintentional? Because as much as I pretend it doesn't really matter, it kinda does. It hurts. I just need you to tell me I read you wrong. That it was all me, and that I was a stupid little girl for believing that what I interpreted was the truth, and thinking myself special enough to deserve that attention.
I did like you, and I only let myself into it because I thought maybe you wanted me back. I know I should tell you how I feel, what with leaving and starting over again, but I can't bring myself to do it. Because what if you say it was unintentional?

* Best of the best:
#1 Jurassic Park- Michael Crichton.
Why? a) it's Jurassic Park b) it's a great book for someone who agrees that humans meddle when they shouldn't and are going to end up destroying themselves. Also, there's dinosaurs, and dinosaurs are way awesome.

#2 The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon- Stephen King.
Why? It's disturbing, touching, riveting and funny. It shows you how the human brain can endure some of the worst things in the world without breaking, and it mixes the real with the supernatural in a way that only Stephen King can pull off.

#3 Fight Club- Chuck Palahniuk
Why? It's Fight Club. You can't talk about the book without blowing your mind, and that sucks, cause if you go into a book with your mind pre-blown, it cannot be re-blown.

* Worst of the Worst:
#1 Gravity- Tess Gerritsen.
Why? It's a shameless rip-off of a classic- Michael Crichton's Andromeda Strain. Now, a) you don't rip off Crichton, because it just makes me want to kill you and b) just because you have changed the man character to a woman doesn't make your book any better, infact, it makes it worse.

#2 Twilight- Stephenie Meyer.
Why? Oh, where do you start? a) it has no plot b) it is just pages and pages of massive thesaurus abuse, some of which is entirely unnecessary (scintillating?) c) none of the characters are 3 dimensional d) it portrays destructive and abusive relationships as normal and e) THIS IS WHAT THE WOMEN OF FUTURE GENERATIONS THINK IS GOOD. HUMANITY IS DOOMED.

#3 You know what, that's about it. I seem to be lucky in the books department, cause I have an uncanny knack for telling off of the back cover if the book will suck or not. Now, if this was 3 of the best and 3 of the most average books you've read... hrm.

MATTHEW LILLARD WAS ON GARY UNMARRIED LAST NIGHT
AND HE WAS TOTALLY ADORABLE AS ALWAYS
AND LYING HALF NAKED IN GARY'S SHEETS
AND SAYING "HOLD ME" IN THAT ADORABLE VOICE OF HIS

AND :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
I LOVE YOU MATTHEW LILLARD

Finally got to watch Sin City yesterday, and it is seriously, seriously awesome. People get shot. A lot. Out of nowhere. It is both amusing and annoying at the same time.

and Jesus Christ Elijah Wood is CREEPY

Hmm. I actually had to think really hard about this. How do you define yourself using three things? Personalities go way deeper than that. At first thought, I'd put in three things I really like. Which means 1) a Pulp Fiction DVD, 2) a dinosaur model and 3) a photo of me with everyone I love. But then I think about it, and it doesn't really describe me that well. Yes, I love Pulp Fiction, but it's one of the many movies in the very large range of movies I love, and all it is is mind-fuckery and gratuitous violence. Yes, I love dinosaurs, but most kids not in their double digits yet do, too. A dinosaur model might also imply I'm one of those idiot girls who likes dinosaurs because they looked 'omg so cute'. That wouldn't help. I like dinosaurs because I was introduced to them at a young age and they fascinated me. It's an amazing feeling to close your eyes and visualize yourself in a prehistoric era; dinosaurs surrounding you and the air smelling as fresh and clean as it ever will. I like dinosaurs because I know the past is one of the only ways we can learn about the future and the present, but not many people understand this. I like dinosaurs because they were graceful and majestic, even the stupid, lumbering ones. I like dinosaurs because they make me picture a world that humanity hasn't corrupted. A dinosaur model wouldn't help anyone accurately understand this about me. The picture is by far the most confusing one. It would show everyone I love, but what would it say about me? That I'm a people person, and I'm not really a people person. I'm a freaking misanthrope. I have nothing but contempt and disdain for the entirety of humanity and a picture with me smiling in the presence of other humans would definitely not portray this. Yes, I love my family and my friends, but they're the only ones in the end that elicit any kind of feelings from me. Yet, if you look at my interests, these three things would seem to best describe me.

In the end, I think I'd put in
1) my portfolio of deconstructed dinosaur skeletons and skull sketches, accompanied by the Jurassic Park novel. This would imply I have more than a rudimentary knowledge of these dinosaurs and suggest I learn about them, helping whoever read it to know that they're more than just an item of squee for me.
2) a list of my favorite movies and why I like each one.
3) the picture of me with my loved ones, attached to a rant on my opinions on them, and my opinions on humanity in general.

There. Much better.