Olympic frenzy

Women go crazy for swimmers.

Yes. I'm very insightful. But really, they do. Women are crazy for men who smell like chlorine and wear not very much clothing and are wet and...you know, I think I may be getting it. But still, it's obsessive. Last time the Olympics cam around I didn't have an LJ. This whole Olympic icon frenzy in all new to me. (As is the Swim-slash, which I can see where it's coming from.)

I've never seen so many Ian Thorpe icons in my entire life. In fact, prior to the Olympics I had never seen an icon of him. Although, I can't stop that tiny seed of country pride when I see all these people talking about him. AussieAussieAussie OiOiOi and all that.

I, however, am immune to the swimmers. Yes, never fear. Circe has no attraction to any sort of athlete at all. So you should send her all the spare rock stars/singers/musicians floating about.

I’ve managed to see hardly any of the Olympics so far and really only have any interest in gymnastics. Cause who doesn’t enjoying seeing tiny people bounce into the air?

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Toss the Hobbit needs to be an Olympic sport.

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Awww, Hellboy was good. Yay for movies not crashing down on my head after hoping they’ll be good. No, that’s not directed at any movies. Not at all. I hate you, Riddick. I hope you fucking die a painful death. You and your stupid canon raping sequels Liz was just liked I hoped she’d be. Although, I didn’t know her power was that dramatic. I shall have to read more of the comics now. To Find Out Things. That dude with the swishy blades was very cool and swishy. And as you all know, I’m very impressed by swishy blades. (One might say too impressed with swishy blades…) So, of course, now I must make some icons. Sigh. I’m so predictable.

And Sena? Damn you. I spent that whole movie going, “You know, he totally is the exact comic Peter Parker.” Yes, so, step aside Tobey, my brain has uprooted you with this guy. My inner Jubilee is pleased. ^_^ And this is all your fault, Sena I shall see Spiderman 3 and go ‘who the hell is this Maguire guy??’

After the movie I was forced- forced!- to go shopping. Mum was again encouraging with the clothes and I was being drawn toward music. So this is what we call a compromise: I bought clothes- a pair of black work pants and purple jeans which I’m probably going to slice up the side to make them flared. And I also went and got my CD’s off layby.

I take it as a sign of my impression the other day that the guy behind the counter- who wasn’t even the one who served me that time- didn’t even need my name to know which layby was mine. He comes out and he’s ringing up the SP DVD:

Him: So, you’re a Smashing Pumpkins fan?
Me: Just a little. You know, a tiiiny little bit…In the very big obsessive way.
Him: *laughs* So, what do you think of Zwan?
Me: *brain goes ‘pumpkinfansquee!’* I haven’t heard much of them. I’m a little apprehensive actually.
Him: You can’t even tell it’s Billy. They sound nothing alike. It’s like-
Me: -Happy Billy. Happy Billy’s not as fun as-
Him: Depressed Billy. Yeah, I know. He’s at his best when he’s angsting.

So I’m going to marry this guy I’ve decided. He doesn’t know it yet, but what more do I need in a guy? In the course of the rest of the discussion I discover that he not only likes Pumpkins, I think he’s a bigger fan than I am. So, yeah, wedding’ll be in a few weeks, guys. Everyone’s invited! Bring cake!

Dude, the Kill Bill soundtrack kicks a momentous amount of arse and everyone needs it.

I have a Pumpkins DVD and I haven’t even watched it yet. Ooooh, such self-control I have…or something.