philly just laughed at me for thinking that ioan gruffudd is immensely gorgeous. yes he IS mr fantastic (only fitting for him) from the fantastic 4 movie. derek was pretty much going what the hell when i was going all girly swooning when i brought ken and him to watch fantastic 4.
he was also in 102 dalmations, seen it yes yes? fine nevermind but how cute was he in it as the animal loving guy. ok 102 wasn't as quirky as the 1st one or even close to the original disney one but how can you not adore glenn close, i would elect her for vice-president anyday (reference to airforce one with also a rather dashing harrison ford.)

man, he's seriously wowser. think it's the strong resemblence to patrizio, minus the very roman imperator nose.
and he sings too!

ah..

i shall be off to stare at pictures of him.
22:01

went for macbeth.
had congee.
raided jen's shop.
found out about swan lake on this fri, sat and sun.

great night.
00:28

stupid what's his face.
kicked me out of the tutorial very unceremoniously, bet it's PMS. primitive male syndrome!
i looked at him wide eyed and confused as to what i should be doing right after he told me really curtly to leave his class.
why are you still here.... don't sit in my class you'll only be a redundant piece of driftwood.

i wanted to defend myself, saying that 2 days before i emailed him asking if i could attend his tutorial since my friends are in his tutorial and we would like to be grouped together for the social project. and i also wanted to say that i missed my tutorial the day before to go to his and would he at least just let me sit in for attendance sake.
but i held my tongue should i actually be able to be transferred to his class in the future and didn't want to jeopardize my group's grade.

noooooooooooooo he just had to be really mean.

then i stomped out of class not before shooting him a withering glare.

huffing down the steps outside education building i met ishy and bitched to her, then realised that my arms were covered in ewwwww hives and my right arm was starting to swell.
i must be allergic to what's his face.

so after keeping ishy entertained before her next class, i left for the uni clinic at holme building. heaved a sigh of relief when i realised that the waiting room was empty save for this 1 drew's girl. explaining my situation to the lady at the reception, i was aghast to be informed that they had a strict no walk in policy and the next available appointment would be next thursday.

it's really gay cause the doctor was just sitting in his office quite literally doing nothing and i pleaded for 5 mins to get a really quick consult cause the itching was getting from bad to worse. the red lumpy swollen patches were spreading, my right inner thigh was almost completely covered it the above muck. but nooooooooooooooooooo they had to be stupid and turn me away.

so fine i just returned to college fuming and the inefficiencies and unsympathetic nature of the 2. at lunch bitched to phil and vivien, both of which were vego-s. random fact. contemplated going to RPA but the estimated wait time was bout 3 hours and i couldn't be bothered.

returned to my room, looked through the office works catalogue.
read the history of the sopranos.
checked if anyone wanted any of the textbooks i had put up for sale on textbookexchange.
puttered around my room.

all of which to kill time before the social lecture. left college 10 to, but bumped into treen, vivien, lily, claire so from being 10 mins early for my lecture i was 15 mins late.
that's what you get for being in college.

when vivien enquired about my rashes i realised they were completely gone! my skin was back to it's pasty translucent state, as if nothing ever happened! was totally amazed.

lecture boring.
as usual.
oh and i couldn't help but check out you know who after wanker stood up momentarily in the lecture. goodness he really IS a dag. another gaping hole in his t shirt. no excuses bout extra ventilation or any of that nonsense.
ok i'm way way over him but i can still appreciate aesthetically pleasing objects now can't i.
ha.

went with jordon to officeworks, made fun of him as usual.
on the way back sammy and i saw 2 vespas (refer to pic). noticing that the license plate of one was THX 69 i pointed that out to her. but she was oblivious to the innuendo. explained it to which she went ewwww so anyway i took out my phone getting a snap of the 2 vespas when this guy walked past. imagine our disgust when we realised that the guy who was a dumpy version of a young bill gates was the owner of the said vespa bearing the very subtle lisence plate.

yay i finally put up my monet and did the corkboard so my room is one step closer to being very much a room with PIZZA! nooo not PIZ-ZA it's PEEEEEE-ZAZ.

nevermind. inside joke from foster's home for imaginary friends.
23:00

*yawns* lunch was the normal bad sancta sunday fare.
was trying to piece up the really strange dream i had last night while recounting it to sam, nikki and phil at the dining table.
basically, i was in my very early twenties (?) looking very gorgeous, slightly willowy frame but still tiny enough to look almost delicate.
my boyfriend wanted a breather from the relationship since the next step for us would have been him proposing. the reality of tying the knot to the same someone for the rest of your life is rather intimidating. i took it very calmly understanding where he was coming from. then he said he decided to take an overseas internship while considering what the best course of action would be. but left with the disclaimer, insinuating that he would come back and be totally prepared to settle down with moi for good.
so we parted on terms that wasn't exactly bad, just wasn't the most pleasant of possible ways.

later, after i had gotten over how annoyed and incredelous i was over his bout of temporarily cold feet. i was in an wonderous gorgeous park with bunnies (???????) and little ducklings, playing and feeding those cute little critters! wheee! with a bunch of darling little children under my charge. clad in my pretty pastel robin blue and white sundress, laughing having a great time. with the cutest bunny in my arms i whirled to show the children the little adorable ball of loveable fluff but i bumped right into this really strapping looker.
after gawking at him for a milisecond, broke into fit of giggles then we started talking and stuff. me going on about my love for bunnies, then we took a walk round the park with the little kiddies happily running about.
then fastfoward to when we had been going out for about 9 months, him being such an old school gentleman on dates yet was carefree, perfect balance between being a proper gentleman and a fun spirited all-cares-to-to-the-wind attitude.
only thing was he was somewhat sketchy about his past and family etc., but didn't bother me much since it's normal for guys to be reserved about themselves.

so after we were having a nice picnic he asked me to marry him and it took me completely by surprise.
i agreed despite it being a whirlwind courtship. right after he was 'right, ok let's go meet my parents', ha we got to whatever country he was from and to my rude shock he was the ruler of europe.

sidetract note: yes yes it's very grace kelly, and screams 'the prince and me' or very mary donaldson, but it was at least a year since i read or wacthed anything to do with either of the above. so i'm still triyng to figure out why i dreamt of it since dreams are a consolidation of recent thoughts and memories, both implicit and explicit. been raking my brains for the past 3 hours but i can't seem to account for any possible memories cues that might have triggered out such a dream.

after the revelation, he pulled me aside quitely and said he would understand if i reconsidered his proposal with all the realities of royal duties and the sacrifices one would have to make.
the stupid boyfriend at the sidelines issue didn't help with my decision.
on one hand there was this guy i've been going out with for bout 7 years, we practically expected to marry each other but look how he turned out to be mr-cold-feet but he we've been together for so long and have gotten through all the rough patches of a long-lasting relationship together.
so that was a mmuch better indicator of marriage life.
then the price guy, it was a whirlwind romance we hadn't any experience of arguements or anything, at 9 months we were still riding the honeymoon part of a relationship. i had no bad scrapes to base our future together on.

so i was at crossroads for that.

didn't help that his mom was bit of those sterotypical control freak that disapproved of many things. but at times she was really nice to me as i was the daughter she never had (he had 3 brothers) but she could easily switch between personas when necessary which i found to be quite unnerving.

in the end it was very princess diaries, so i told him that i was sticking with him (since the stupid boyfriend who knew about my situation didn't want to come and help with my decision making).

then he bought me a pretty little farm and cottage (ok now it's sounding very marie antionette, p.s i can't spell for nuts)
and had lots of cute animals, like plenty of bunnies, swans, and horses, dogs, several kittens, and whole bunch of other animals.. oh oh and a cockatoo!

had several kiddies and thankfully when they grew up they were NORMAL. non parental hating, non serial killer type kids.
13:11

why won't anyone take me seriously when i say i want to be a museum curator!!
20:59