Twerk Tag

I'm being a horrible blogger, but lately I've been a little more than occupied with sleeping and frequenting McDonalds. Whoever thought 24-hour drive thrus were a good idea was probably the same person who invented deep fried Oreos (I'm pointing at you, Calgary Stampede).

Bye, arteries. It was nice knowing you.

I also just noticed that my blog actually has quite a substantial following (and by that I mean like 13 pageviews a day), so I might as well keep giving the people what they want.

I did a focus group and everything. It's all very scientific.

As I was going through my blogs today (not the ones I write but the ones I follow, desperate for inspiration), I found the 11 Questions Tag that Elissa did over on one of my favourite nail polish blogs Ten Little Nubs. With the thought of, "Well, I don't have much to say right now so I suppose I could give some dry-ass remarks," I set off to answer the same questions she answered. Also, it's an excuse to use a fancy font, which I can never turn down.

1. What is your favourite genre of music?

I don't really know if I have a favourite genre... I guess mostly pop/alternative? Pretty much everything good falls under "alternative" these days. But as is common knowledge, Our Lady Lana Del Rey is the queen of my heart and my cochleas.

2. What is your favourite guilty pleasure television show/movie?

Gossip Girl is my guilty pleasure TV show, but sometimes it's so bad that even I can't stand it. Oh, and Teen Mom, Honey Boo Boo and Geordie Shore. And Ke$ha's reality show. Guilty pleasure movies are probably Mean Girls (classic) and 21 and Over, which I watch about 4 times a day. But hey, this is a judgement-free zone.

3. Name  your style icon(s).

Audrey Hepburn and Lana Del Rey. And Miley Cyrus. 

4. Have you ever walked in the rain?

Yes, and it is usually accompanied by me pretending to be in an overly emotional and artsy music video (think Come Clean by Hilary Duff). This also highly resembles me being angsty in a dimly lit bathroom a la Ashlee Simpson. 

5. Name the scariest thing you have ever done.

Driven standard.

6. What nail polish are you currently wearing as your manicure/pedicure?

On my nails is Keys to My Hybrid from the Metro Too Chic Sephora by OPI collection, which is a gorgeous, glossy, almost-hot-pink berry magenta colour.

A more professional swatch from beautezine.com, because I suck at lighting and picture-taking.

Here's my sad attempt. The shade changes drastically depending on the lighting, so I think the colour is usually somewhere in between these two. It looks much better in person. 

I am working on my pointy Lana Del Rey nails, though. They're coming along. 

My toes are Porcelain Party by Maybelline Colour Show, which is just a glossy white. It looked strange at first, but I've gotten used to it. 

7. What makeup brand do you have an absolute weakness for? (high end)

I love MAC makeup the best, but I hardly ever buy it. One of my most prized possessions is my MAC eyeshadow palette. 

I love you. 

Other than that, probably Too Faced or Benefit. Their stuff is so quirky.

8. Name your favourite junk food(s).

Cookie dough, ice cream, Lays Baked chips, Goldfish crackers, any chocolate, cupcakes, Dunkaroos, Oreo Cakesters, McDonald's fries, Wendy's Frostys, Pringles, Mini Oreos. Nachos, chicken wings, cake pops, Kraft Singles, Lunchables, McCain Smiles, sausage rolls, ice cream cake, cheesecake, cinnamon buns, frozen waffles. The list goes on, really.

9. Tell us your role model.

Well, I admire Lana Del Rey's style and grace and general badassery. Sophia Bush goes in there as well because she's such a passionate activist, or so I gather from Twitter. 

10. What is your dream career?

Does being Mrs. Chris Pine count as a career? If not, I suppose it would be being a successful novelist/screenwriter. Oh, and a pharmacist. =)

11. Name your celebrity crushes, male and female.

Female: Jennifer Lawrence, of course. That woman is a goddess by many definitions.

Male: Oh god, how do I narrow this down? My friend Tawa and I were planning out a potential Bachelorette show where all of our bachelors would be hot celebrity men. I suppose I'll just list the 25 I would choose to woo me, in no particular order (also, this is so not a repeat of my celebrity crushes. That was a list of 10, this is a list of 25. Obviously.):

1. Miles Teller (although there wouldn't be much competition)

2. Chad Michael Murray (for the lulz)

3. Alan Rickman (married senior citizens count, right?)

4. Ryan Reynolds

5. Chris Pine

6. Seth Rogen (for the LOLZ)

7. Jason Segel

8. Zac Efron

9. Taylor Lautner (for the lulz)

10. Jake Gyllenhaal

11. Justin Bieber (for the lulz and just to make him go on ridiculous dates with me)

12. Sterling Knight

13. David Henrie

14. James Franco (for the heroin-chic sex appeal)

15. Chace Crawford

16. Matt Lanter

17. Neil Patrick Harris (gay guys count, right?)

18. Skylar Astin (because what is Miles Teller without him?)

19. Justin Timberlake (to write me a symphony)

20. Harry Styles (for the lulz)

21. Joe Jonas (for the lulz)

22. Kevin Jonas (for the lulz)

23. Jason Priestley

24. Bradley Cooper

25. Ellen Degeneres (she can hold her own among the hot celebrity men)

Tell me that wouldn't be the greatest show ever.

I would accept these abs.

And these eyes.

And this face.

And this voice.

And this #swag.

Divergent: A Scientific Review

So before I get started on my homework (yes, it is Sunday night. It's not like I actually take my education seriously), I thought I'd do a brief review of Divergent, which is a novel that I read this weekend.
Ooh! I should start doing book reviews whenever I read a book! Which, I'll admit, is infrequently at the moment due to school but will hopefully pick up once summer begins. I'll have to go on a book spree when I get home.

I was gonna make this brief, but what do you know, my inner ranter took the situation hostage.

What: Divergent by Veronica Roth
Divergent is a dystopian teen novel that is basically about a Marxist society in which people are split into different communities (called factions) based on their primary nature to be either kind, brave, intelligent, honest or selfless. When children in the society turn sixteen, they take "aptitude tests" to determine which faction they are best suited for, and then they must decide which faction to choose. If they choose to join a faction that is not the same as that they were raised in, they must be separated from their family and ultimately start a new life with their new faction. Each community serves a different purpose in the functioning of society, but tensions between the communities ultimately lead to political uprising and the beginning of war.
Divergent is the first instalment in the trilogy.

The symbols of the five factions: Dauntless, Erudite, Candor, Abnegation and Amity.

Where: The novel takes place in the future, in the ruins of Chicago. Each faction resides in their own compound, the descriptions of which are somewhat difficult to follow, although perhaps that's just because I sped through the book without much pause over scene descriptions.

Who: The main character is Tris Prior, a plain girl who learns that she has a affinity for multiple factions, which makes her a sort of rebel threat to the government that aims to keep subordination within each faction. She's the narrator of the novel and therefore assumes the kind of fill-in, girl-next-door identity that the adolescent reader can easily slip into. The second-deepest character would have to be Four, Tris's instructor and love interest. He's a bit of an enigma, and his character is unravelled rather well throughout the novel. The rest of the characters include Tris's family, friends, and the leaders of her new faction, all of whom are relatively unexplored, at least in this first novel.

Themes: Obviously the novel has undercurrents of social commentary on ideas of utopian societies and the role of government in the lives of people. The setup of Roth's post-apocalyptic world seems to be one of organized peace, but of course, such cooperation cannot exist for long. The people of the "selfless" faction are chosen to rule the nation, or whatever you would call it, since they are believed to have the best interests of all at heart. However, these "selfless" people shun luxury and economic prosperity, leading to conflicts with the more materialistic factions. The society therefore proves that it was created with the best of intentions, but the darkness of human nature (lust, greed, the need for power) will ultimately destroy the goodness that it is in a constant battle with.

Why I Read It: As I said in a previous post, I don't really read teen novels anymore because although they may be enjoyable, I just find them much too superficial and simple for me. However, I plan on seeing the movie that comes out next year, so I thought I might as well read the book. It looked interesting enough.

Comments: This novel is a carbon copy of The Hunger Games, and I'm not saying this lightly. From the uneven political power to the splitting of society into polarizing segments to the practical-tomboy-and-strong-though-she-doesn't-admit-it heroine to the rebel uprising to the teen romance (I don't want to spoil it, but let's just say that things go very much the same way as the Peeta/Katniss saga), it is practically the exact same story. I know this is probably completely coincidental (I usually come up with great, seemingly original ideas and only then find out that it's been done a hundred times before me), but it's still a little unfortunate. At least in the case of The Hunger Games and Twilight, they were completely different. Now, what with the Divergent movie and all, I'm a little nervous about how it will be perceived.
The only major difference for me was that The Hunger Games sucked you into the story more (and I'm not that biased by adolescent opinion, since I only read The Hunger Games a year and a half ago) and was more eloquently written. I feel as though Divergent had a lot of potential that was left unexplored, both thematically and in its prose. The storytelling is simplistic and very "tell" instead of "show," which I suppose is to be expected from a young adult novel, but it was still disappointing in that regard. However, I didn't find The Hunger Games to be that much better; I desperately wish that it had been written as an adult novel so that the political and social themes could have been more deeply explored, instead of glazed over with action and lukewarm romance. The romance in Divergent was a little more traditional, but I feel as though everything was skimmed over. The book was decently lengthy, yet I still came out of it feeling as though I just had a summary of the actual story. None of the other characters are examined except for Tris and Four, and seem to serve no other purpose than simply to fill up the space. Hopefully this changes as the series progresses, as there are two more books in which the secondary characters can be filled out.
The book makes for a fairly compelling read, despite of or perhaps because of its simplicity; it's definitely a quick read. The "skimming" aspect of it still rings true, though; almost all of the action and suspense is blazed through so that you barely get a chance for it to sink in before the conflict is resolved. It isn't torturous to read because of this, but it also doesn't allow you to fully experience the impact of what's going on in the plot, since it's all over too fast.

I'm sure the film will make for a cool visual representation, since there are quite a few adrenaline-pumping scenes.

(Source: IMDb)

Likes: Tris, while essentially being a blonde Katniss Everdeen, is likeable. She's not so completely average that you find her boring (*cough* Bella Swan *cough*). There is almost a constant conflict within her that, while being very obvious, is also believable. The fact that she is described as being "not pretty" is also interesting; even Katniss gets sexed up for the publicity. Tris doesn't seem to mind that she isn't beautiful, and she doesn't try to present herself as anything but what she is. She may be plain, but she's not fake, which is important in a protagonist.
Four is particularly likeable and intriguing. He's not typically kind or charming or daring; the darkness and flaws within him are not blatant but are not deeply covered, either. He seems to be the realest person of all in the story, considering that he is private when it comes to personal questions and allows different aspects of his personality to shine through at different moments. He isn't just representative of a set of characteristics by which he can be defined, and that's quite nice.
I'm trying to imagine Divergent without the context of The Hunger Games, and it's tough. However, the setting of the book is well-suited, and the plot is nicely paced, if not a little brief.

Dislikes: Like I said, it's way too similar to The Hunger Games. It's also too simple for my liking and too on-the-surface. I feel as though so much more could have been done with different elements of the story, such as when the characters must face their fears to become part of the "brave" faction. There was inner conflict, but it was not to-the-core. Every traumatic event in the novel was overcome much too easily, which makes it unrealistic. But then again, maybe I'm just expecting too much out of a book that was written for 13 year olds.

Overall Opinion: Divergent was a fun read, and not a total waste of time. I still prefer The Hunger Games, although I suppose I'll have to read the rest of the Divergent series to find out if things improve, as they very well may. It's quick and to-the-point with some pretty cool and daring scenes, and I find the romance to be a nice plot point amidst everything else going on. All I can really say is not to get your hopes up too high, as I think I did. I've definitely read better young adult novels, and ones that are more suspenseful yet less action-based. It would make for a good summer read, but perhaps is not the best choice for your English Lit Masters thesis.

I could write a Masters thesis on Miles Teller's face, though.

How Could I Forget Channing Tatum?

Warning: Kinda-not-really male nudity ahead. Not for the light of heart (/hormones).

I was going to say that my last post was my girliest post to date, but then I remembered my list of my celebrity crushes. Well, the Jonas Brothers are manly as hell so I will not comment further on that matter. But upon remembering my celebrity crush list, a devastation fell upon me:

I forgot Channing Tatum.

Or as my English prof would say, Tanning Chatum. Or as I would say, Tatum Channing because I could never remember which was his first and last name.

I mean, yeah, he's a little white-trashy, but in a really hot way, like the construction workers who take their smoke breaks outside my bedroom window. Nothing invigorates you on a bright spring morning like airborne carcinogens.
Besides, who doesn't like a bit of trash here and there? It's endearing. It's kind of similar to how hot Mark Wahlberg was back when he was a wannabe gangster. I shudder at the thought that he reminds me of the current Justin Bieber, which at least gives me hope for Justin Bieber's future. I'm sure he will grow up to be a sophisticated, delicious middle-aged man like Marky Mark has so elegantly become.

What just happened?

Oh haiiiii there.

God bless GQ Magazine.

Mostly, though, I just can't believe I let Magic Mike evade me. I've never been so ashamed of myself.

It was a terrible, terrible movie, if you think about it in terms of plot and character development. But it is so indulgently gratuitous that it makes you forget that movies need plots or stimulating characters. Oh, wait, the characters are stimulating.

I'm still making a petition for Miles Teller to replace Alex Pettyfer in the sequel. The sequel that I will be writing/directing/costume designing.

Tell me you don't want to see that in a skanky firefighter costume. Skylar Astin can be in it, too.

It's basically gonna be this, but a full-length feature film. 

I know, I can't wait either.

Mini Mall Haul

With the most honest of intentions, I had set forth to write a post every day, or at least every other day. Obviously that's worked out.

But it's really not my fault! I have been doing nothing but studying for the past three weeks, and especially this past week, and it's been brutal. I had my final yesterday. Let's not talk about that.

The worst part is that I couldn't even go out and party to celebrate/down my sorrows because the few friends I have who are taking spring term with me had to study for their own tests. Tres lame. So my Saturday night consisted of stuffing my face at a mexican restaurant (I'm still impartial to the deep fried ice cream. My opinion was that it so odd that you couldn't really enjoy it) and watching 90210 in my room until my computer overheated and stopped working. Party hard.

Well, I'll admit, yesterday wasn't so bad. I did get to hit up the mall. 

Yay, stuff! But this time it wasn't just me spending time on useless crap. I needed all this stuff, I promise.

I was on Sephora's website a while back and I saw this Disney Princess Jasmine nail polish collection, and I had to have it. I was in the market for new nail polish anyway (one of my many intellectual hobbies), and it was perfect.

From left: Berry Tale Romance, Your Wish Is My Command, Fit For Royalty, Dream Princess, All That Jasmine, and Aladdin's Girl.

 The names are even better than the colours.

I love the little sets from Sephora; they're my absolute favourite. Pretty much all of my nail polish is Sephora by OPI because they have a huge range of gorgeous colours, and it goes on so smoothly. Okay, MAC is actually my favourite, but I haven't been in there since I was 15 and had a high ratio of disposable income to expenses.

I put it on as soon as I got home, and then proceeded to eff them all up as I continued to get ready to go out for dinner. You can't really tell though.

Taking pictures of hands is so awkward.

I'm actually really upset with my nails right now, because I'd been growing them out for a month and yesterday, just when I was about to repaint them, I realized there was a huge split in my middle finger nail. Every. Goddamn. Time. So I angrily chopped them off, hence why they're so stubby.

I bought the Sephora Total Package base, top coat and strengthener (seen in the first photo) with high hopes that it will somehow help my nails to be all Lana Del Rey, so we'll see how it goes. It cost four times as much as the strengthener I bought from Shoppers Drug Mart six months ago, so it better work.

I was also disappointed because I got the nail art set (1st photo and below) from Sephora (gotta rack up those Beauty Insider points) and was so excited to do some cool shit on them. But they're too stubby now, and it would look dumb. So if my nails ever grow out without snapping off at inconvenient times, I will try out some nail art. For now, I'll just stick with the unimaginative accent nail. 

I needed sunglasses ever since I broke the American Eagle ones I bought for spring break after a week. (American Eagle, I'm so done with you. You've really gone downhill. But I'll still buy your jeans because I have stubby legs.)

These ones were 2 for $20 at Aldo! I've decided that after I graduate and get a job, the first thing I'm buying is a $300 pair of sunglasses. Prada's the dream. Oh, after I get my BMW, of course.

The rings are also from Aldo, and were sold in a set. I usually buy jewelry because I think it's cute in the moment, and then never ever wear it. Honestly, the only jewelry I ever wear is my Tiffany stuff (and I say that in the least spoiled-bratty way possible). I love rings though, and basically I only bought the set for the white diamond-shaped one and pretty robin's egg blue. I'll wear them every day for a month to get my money's worth. Or at least until I get that green ring around the base of my finger. Oh wait, that's already happened.

This is a cute little lotus ring holder/key holder/whatever crap I want to put in there. I think it looks best with rings, though.

My friends and I went to Chapters, and one of them asked me, "Why are you buying the book when you've already read it and seen the movie?"

To which I responded, "Because I'm a nerd and need my own copy."

I'd borrowed it from a friend when I read it, and they had these super cute, old-style copies, so I couldn't resist. Also, it has additional F. Scott stories! I want to read them right now. Maybe after I finish this post.

Also, Divergent!

Looks pretty Hunger Gamesy, doesn't it? That's because it is.

Miles Teller's gonna be in the movie they're making out of it, so obviously I have to read it. I think it's a teen novel, which will be good for me because it's been way too long since I've read one of those. It's kind of like TV shows:

- kids like to watch shows about tweens (my ten-year-old obsession with The Suite Life of Zack and Cody)

- tweens watch shows about teens (Gossip Girl was about teens, wasn't it? Really mature ones. It's kind of ironic because the characters kept getting less mature as time went on)

- teens watch shows about adults (I pretended to be sick for two months so I could watch all eight seasons of How I Met Your Mother)

- and adults gleefully watch all of the shows (I know full-grown adults- I count myself as a baby adult -who are way more into Twilight and The Hunger Games than I ever was.

But I'll read Divergent.

One last thing, I bought flowers like a real grown-up!

It's been three days and they haven't died yet, so I'm pretty proud of myself. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. How do plants work? Someone please explain.

Oh, and don't mind the withered up little flowers. Those died when I was transporting it home in a plastic bag on the bus. Cashiers really don't provide much durability for your purchases when they assume you have a car. 

I just realized this blog is turning into one big show-and-tell. Meh. It's not my fault I have such interesting visuals to share.

Ten Teenage Crushes

I recently read a post by the very funny Kate of the blog Can I Get Another Bottle of Whine in which she lists ten crushes she's had. Some of them were adorably embarrassing, and it got me thinking about my own crushes over the past few years, and particularly the embarrassing celebrity ones.
I may still technically be a teenager, but that doesn't mean I don't look back on my junior high days with varying levels of shame and regret at my unrequited loves. Also, using the word "crush" here is very much an understatement. When I develop a crush on someone (real or fictional or famous, but mostly famous), I become obsessed. Like, literally. I watch all of the movies they're in, watch all of their interviews online, create folders on my computer filled with photos of them... Sometimes I think better of it just in case I actually meet said celebrity crush and they fall madly in love with me, only to be driven away by my stalkerness, but I'd rather have easy access to those shirtless photos.

So without further ado, here's my list, in kind-of order from way back to now:

1. The 8th Grade Fantasy: Ed Westwick

I don't remember having any crushes until I was 13 and started watching Gossip Girl. I mean, there were cute guys at my school and stuff, but they were kind of immature and obnoxious. Gossip Girl was the love of my life for a few years, before it kind of went off the rails and into shitsville. It wasn't even so much Ed that I liked as his character, Chuck Bass; he was so witty and brooding and secretly romantic that even his flaws seemed irresistible. The height of this passion would definitely have to be making Chuck and Blair wallpapers and writing fanfiction. Oh, the good old days.

2. The Everyone Loved Him at Some Point: Zac Efron

This one's a given. I didn't even start liking him until a few years after High School Musical. The scene in 17 Again when he's wearing those sunglasses and that leather jacket and he gets out of his car and locks it without looking back has got to be one of the best cinematic moments I've ever experienced. 

Zac's been one of my biggest obsessions to date, so much so that my 15th birthday party was Zac Efron-themed. If you don't believe me, I have proof:

Yes, that is a cake with his face on it. I had it custom-made. There was also a HSM tablecloth (pictured), HSM cups and plates, a HSM pinata (luckily for me, all this stuff was still popular), and about 50 pictures of him taped up around the house. The one in the dining room stayed for about 2 years before my dad finally forced me to take it down.

I also taped a picture of Vanessa Hudgens to the pinata, just so I could hit her in the face repeatedly with a baseball bat. 

3. The Mid-2000s N*SYNC: The Jonas Brothers

One Direction who? Not much needs to be said about this one; they were the metrosexual heartthrobs of my generation. And the reason I listed all of them collectively was because I oscillated between them; at one particularly dark point in my life, I was deeply in love with Kevin simply because no one else was and I wanted to be unique. He was my Msn Messenger icon. It was that real. 

4. The I'm Too Cool for Edward Cullen: Jackson Rathbone

So we're entering the Twilight era, and I will never, ever like Robert Pattinson. Besides, Jasper was always my favourite vampire. Sure, Emmett was pretty funny, but Jasper was so... angsty. His body language was worth a hundred of Emmett's sex jokes.

Kellan Lutz kind of reminds me of a beefed-up Seann William Scott, and I don't know how I feel about that. 

5. The Most Beautiful Man Alive: Matt Lanter

Matt Lanter is one of those guys who is just way too good-looking to be human, kind of like Ryan Reynolds. They're so hot that you can't ever take them seriously. I remember when he first appeared on 90210, and everyone was flipping shit. Obviously they had to boot the boring dude no one cared about so Matt could become a permanent ratings boost (side note: I'm friends with a girl who was Dustin Mulligan's neighbour AKA Ethan, the guy that got bumped off after season 1. Basically Matt Lanter and I are BFFs). I'm pretty sure he's the only reason anyone watched 90210; he's the only reason I did.

6. The Animated Crush: Flynn Rider

I don't even care that he's a fictional character because he is damn sexy. I've had conversations at length with various friends over the pervertedness of viewing animated characters in a sexual light. I think it's most appropriate when it's a human character like Flynn. Or He-Man. Whatever you're into. The lines start to get blurry when you talk about non-human characters and drift into that beastiality-esque area.

Still, my view on My Little Pony is that the characters were meant to be viewed as kind-of humans... how else could those male ponies be so alluring?

He's wearing a bowtie and vest. He's basically Owen Wilson from Wedding Crashers.

Okay, I'm going to stop before this goes too far.

7. The Second Animated Crush: Emperor Kuzco

I wish I was just joking with all this stuff, but I'm really not.

Remember, from The Emperor's New Groove? The TV show was even better, in my opinion.

He's kind of like an Egyptian Barney Stinson. Also, it took an entire high school education to learn that Emperor's New Groove doesn't actually take place in Egypt. I think they were Mayans or something? But I mean, come on, who could blame me? They had fancy hats and pyramid-things and those haircuts... anyone could have made the same mistake. Excuse me if I don't know the geographical origins of llamas.

Also, this picture has been my iPod background for a solid year and a half. I can't imagine my life without the internet.

8. The Fuzzy Heart: Jason Segel

This one's more of a personality crush, where he is just adorable and talented and I love it. He definitely made the first few seasons of How I Met Your Mother for me, and the Muppets was amazing and I may/may not have screamed and/or cried the entire way through. When that snobby bitch Michelle Williams broke up with him because she "wasn't looking for anything serious," I wanted to punch her in her pursed little mouth. (I'm sure she's actually very nice, but it's one of those things where I just dislike her for no particular reason. Kind of like Natalie Portman. She's just too sweet and intelligent. Something's clearly wrong there.)

He was such a stud in Freaks and Geeks, though.

9. The True Teen Heartthrob: Jason Priestley

When I was about 16, I started watching Beverly Hills 90210 (the old one), and Brandon Walsh was the greatest thing I'd ever seen. He was such a do-gooder, and it was so hot. It's the kind of crush that's like true love, where over time it just deepens into this kind of warm, comfortable affection. I'll never find anybody as good as Brandon.

And yes... I have the doll. 

Speaking of obsessions, I'm obsessed with '90s television. It was just so much better than the crap we have these days (not that I don't watch Honey Boo Boo from time to time). In fact, anything before the new millennium was awesome. Doogie Howser MD holds a special place in my heart. He can be an honorary member on this list.

How can anyone say no to 16-year-old Neil Patrick Harris? He totally would have been my tween crush, if I hadn't been born in the wrong decade.

10. The Love of My Life: Miles Teller

This one is extremely important. 

If you don't know who he is, good, because I want him all to myself. The first movie I saw Miles Teller in was Project X (yes, I saw that in theatres- we almost didn't get let in because it was rated R and we were 17 at the time, but one of my friends was 18 so she was allowed to be our "chaperone." Don't worry, she covered my eyes during the bad parts). I remember briefly thinking, "Oh, that guy's pretty cute," and that was the end of that. A few months ago I saw 21 and Over (I was 18 this time so I was allowed to watch the bad parts- heheh, butts), and that's when it all started. 

It's not that he's the hottest guy in the world or anything like that. He kind of reminds me of Jason Segel, except young and hot and an even better dancer. There's just something about him that I love, and I don't quite know what it is. My best guess is that we're soulmates.

Also, this was an accident. Well, a sort-of accident. I was perusing random posters and autographs on eBay when I stumbled upon this beauty, and I never wanted anything so badly since my Brandon Walsh doll:

It's just the most hilarious thing. Anyway, I made an offer on it, only briefly considering whether or not I would be locked into buying it if my offer got accepted (I'm not very good at eBay). Turns out it did get accepted, and yes, I was now obligated to buy it. There are definitely worse fates to be had.

So basically, I now own something that he touched/breathed on. I hope I don't get pregnant. I'll wear gloves.

And that leads me to the present. If you haven't already checked out Kate's list, make sure you do so, and let me know who your 10 crushes are! I'm getting so lonely that I might have to post comments on my own blog under different names to make myself look popular. Let's not make that happen. 

OH! One last thing. I know I already used up my 10 crushes (it was a difficult decision cutting it down to these sexies), but I just wanted to add Alan Rickman in there.

I could care less that he's like 70; that voice is timeless. Sense and Sensibility was so wonderful that you didn't even notice that he was ~30 years older than Kate Winslet. Also, Snape.

I'm done now, I promise.