*ponders* I need to read Taming of the Shrew.

Ten Things I Hate About You gets better every time I watch it, lighthearted chick flick though it may be. Not to mention Heath Ledger is pretty and gets called Kangaroo Boy. *snickers* I'd like to see anyone do that in RL. However it is horrendously distracting, so minimal work is being done on fic, which is at least better than no fic. Plotbunnies are not helping, giving me ficlet ideas when I don't need them. Dammit.

I have been paying hardly any attention to tennis scores lately. Bad tennis fan that I am. *slaps wrist* Must stop being so distracted by all the shiny things.

I finally cooked the perfect baked potato tonight. My awesome cooking skills amaze me. Kindly ignore the fact that it's taken me around six months to get a simple baked potato right. Heh.

Oh, and my flatmates are awesome - they used some of my bacon last night (with permission), bought me an entire pack in thanks and left it as a surprise in my fridge. ^__^ Awesome.

Okay, off to drink hot chocolate and fic. Because I had a lie in this morning and am surprisingly awake. *blinks*

Clo

Oranges and lemons say the bells of St. Clements...

Flatmate was humming the tune to that earlier and now it's stuck in my head. *sighs*

scoobydumblonde, have you seen ( this picture )

? It is Tommy right? (The caption said it was but I'm still in shock.)I suddenly have plotbunnies about tennis players with secret porn careers because dude. And no, I am not contemplating if it would be possible to somehow paste Mardy over her. *coughs*

So that was my shocking Google moment of the day. Otherwise not much else has happened. *shrugs* Have Creative Writing that has to be in for midnight but haven't started yet because (a) that would involve being motivated and (b) it's only 750 words and (c) it's supposed to be a "childhood memory". So really, 750 words of overly descriptive bullshit invention shouldn't take me too long. It's starting to get really old having to do this now, because we're supposed to be rewriting our portfolios to submit - there's no point in doing useless exercises like this. -_- Stupid tutors.

Tried to re-henna my hair earlier but my hair's so dark anyway that although there is a red tint, it's hard to notice. And now my bathroom is spectaculary filthy from the henna. Do I care? *thinks* Nope.

'Spose I should go and do Creative Writing. Sorry I've been so useless with fic this week. I think the plotbunnies have run away with my motivation. Hopefully I'll find it again tomorrow. *sighs*

Clo

EDIT: *blinks* Oh god I need to get tennis-player-porn out my head while I do my Creative Writing. Especially since it's meant to be based on a childhood memory.

Tommy, you bastard. *glares at him* Go and be sexy somewhere else for a little while.

EDIT2: Oh and the other thing I've been forgetting to ask, is have people seen the pretty Carlos and Rafa pictures someone on PS uploaded? They're so adorable! http://groups.msn.com/PlaySuspended/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=1 and http://groups.msn.com/PlaySuspended/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=2.

I promise to shut up about tennis now. At least for a little while.