Bechamel in Marseille

OK one of the guys that should be chained to my bed for my pleasure. There is something soo irresistable about him. Must be the accent and the dark hair. Sigh….someone who can pick me up throw me on his bed, and have his way with me.

Fantasies begininng…….

OH yea and supposedly Britney Spears only went with him to the premiere get her pictures taken by the media. She didn’t even stay for the movie! (I saw this from Bridget Moynahan on Conan) Poor girl, how many blowjobs did she give Colin for that one? And ladies we still have a chance!

So anyways, I was talking to a friend of mine and we got into a deep discussion about the wonderful American government. He’s Iranian so he had a lot to say about our corrupted system and how capitalist our society is. Then he made me sit there a listen to some group (the name escapes me right now).

Listening to him ranting made me think: Are we really lost? Is there more to this world that we don’t know about? The media is more or less controlled by the government so are we getting something that isn’t the whole truth?

On a brighter notes I did get my knee high stilleto boots! YAY for capitalism!

Went to Salsa monday night. It was soo  much fun. Def going again. I don’t know if it’s been so long since i’ve had human contact, but dancing with the cute guy did not hurt at all!

Anyways went to Bible study last night. It was so much fun as we all sat there afterwards and talked until 10:30. Just getting to know these people was pretty great as we talked about everything and anything. (ha ha and anything goes with me!)

While Bible study, I finally figuered out what that “chop Suey” by System of the Down meant. They were singing about Jesus’s crucifixtion. The lyrics were taken right out the Bible!

Father, father, father, father
Father into your hands, I commend my spirit
Father into your hands
why have you forsaken me
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken, me oh
Trust in my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die

Yup, I’m brilliant.

Watched The Hours last night. Considering there were only 10 people in the whole theater, I was in for a very thought-provoking movie.

All the actresses (Kidman, Streep, Moore) were superb. They were playing the charcters with such intensity and even when they were not speaking, one can sense a quiet desperation they all expelled.

The way the three stories meshed though could have been worked a little better. Each story was shown too long and you were hurried to the next story. In that sense, I did not like the movie.  The movie also left a lot more questions than answers. Wheter that is a good thing or not is left up to each viewer. In my case, I need to dive into Virginia Woolf before I try to analyze the movie….

For the hell of it, I spent an hour last night putting on make-up. No reason really, just to see how much this can improve my beauty.

Sad to say, the results were tragic. I ended up looking like those fat girls trying to get themselves prettier. SO I sat in front of the mirror, wiping the make-up off….wondering…damn how the hell does my mom do this every day?

Soon my normal face came out to my relief and I sat there with a make-up stained tissue in my hand just looking. My face hasn’t changed much but I can see it wrinkling is some places, the aging catching up to me. And how scary was it, aging before my own eyes. And I’m only 19!

Honestly, stuff like that scares me. I know whatever I have on the inside will last, but I’m pretty devoted to my looks. What am I going to do when the beauty fades away? Botox parties?

Ugh……much to depressing and much to early to be thinking about this……