My Weekend

Saw the Pop video. May or may not have squeeee-ed. I [hart] Justin. *sob* Somebody hold meeeeee! (Or, possibly, hit me?) Gah. But he's so cuuuute. I just wanted to glomp him and hug him and call him George. Sigh. I think I know what JC-love feels like. Excsue me, I must go buy glittery stickers and put them on my Notebook-o-Porn.

Also watched the Sting documentary again, to note quotes for Vali. I'll post 'em later. The things I do for Stingslash, I tellsya. ;)

Also watched the info clips thingies, where they tell you all sorts of interesting tidbits about the song, the band, and everything. Fun for the trivia-minded, of which I am one. Most notably, I learned that Brian and Nick from the BSB have a secret handshake, and that the monkey from REM's Imitation Of Life video was so scared of the guy on fire, it wouldn't do anything but sit on Peter's lap an hug him. I find that so fucking adorable it's making me ill.

And! Also spent a blissful two hours watching a U2 documentary. It consisted mostly of old video clips, some making of, and the Live At Red Rocks concert video. Well. I got to see Adam half-naked. And Larry looking really young and yet exactly the same as now, at the same time. Am starting to suspect the man of being Peter Pan. Oi.

"Add REAL Inches To Your Penis!"

As opposed to, I'm assuming, fake inches?

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I am downloding *NSync songs.

I have embraced the lameness.

(Will possibly also have to ebrace the lamé-ness. Woooohahahahahaha, I crack myself up. Sigh.)

Noooo!

George Harisson is dying.

This is way too strange. I was a fan of the Beatles when I was 12, and while others have surpassed them in my list of favourite bands and artists, they'll always hold a special place in my heart because of all the memories attached to their songs.

And now my favourite one is dying.

I know, I know, John's been dead for decades now. But you know, that happened before I was a fan, before I was even alive. (Eleven days before, to be exact.) I never knew what it was like to know he was alive. He's always been dead. But George isn't dead, he's dying. And it feels like part of my childhood is dying too.

(I'm being overly dramatic, aren't I?)

Phreddy's Survey

( This forgetting to cut thing is an infectuous disease, I tellsya. )

Shitshitshitshitshit!

They're not allowed to be goooooood! *sob* This will be in my head now. I hate you, *NFant. (My only defense against this bubblegummy goodness is stupid puns. Deal with it.)

Jesus

This is even worse than I'd been told.

WTF?

People! Stop toying with my emotions!