Je ne regrette rien

Dear reader, do you recall the young man I described who captured my heart with his Mr Darcy (Macfadyen not Firth) sideburns? Well the Girl Who Is Deceptively Old is friends with said young man and as the two of us laughed our way out of Classics after an enthusiastic Greek had told us that the Romans invented the musical and spoke at length about Grease who should approach us but my Darcy. Fair reader my heart did flutter but I did not fluster a single word and when Oldie turned one way, the two of us turned the other and he spoke in gruff tones about the weather and how he felt he was drowning last semester due to missing so many classes. Truly I was indeed distraught when we had to part ways but my heart was gladdened for now I knew the name that those sideburns belonged to. And, perhaps more importantly, he knew mine. I have not even begun to tell you of his nose. I'm such a sucker for a strong nose.

It's been a crazy old day. It began rather dull and it wasn't until I glanced around in Archaeology that I spotted that nose of his and my heart flipped out of its cage. After the lecture, I stood out in the cold waiting for the Lovely Lass when he stopped across from me, gave me a half smile and spent a good long while trying to light his cigarette. My heart and my lungs began a violent debate. I so dearly wanted to ask for one myself despite knowing full well that I cannot smoke and is taking up such a habit a wise choice just to talk to men? Even if they are insanely divine? He was gone and she arrived before I came to any conclusion. I resigned myself to another semester of hopeless romantic notions and settled for coffee and mournful reminiscing of the massive crush Lovely and I both shared on the tragic Heath Ledger. I mean we saw Ned Kelly for him. That alone proves our love. She too left me, wrapped in her mother's lab coat having stained her own purple the day before, and I trudged through the hail to the cosy shelves of Fopp. And what do I find but The Dreamers for a fiver, the very film I have been searching for but could only find at extortionate prices. It is delightfully pretentious and ridiculously erotic. Plus Louis Garrel. He was the reason I wanted to see that French musical that wasn't showing anywhere even though every review was calling it mediocre. And yes, he too has a beautiful nose. My only comment on the film is that I think I spent more time staring at the freckles on Eva Green's breasts and comparing them to the ones on Louis Garrel's face than I did watching the film. What that says about me I don't really know nor care. Also everything before Louis Garrel started masturbating in front of his sister and their friend was fantastic but after that it went a bit silly. Therefore, good film, wouldn't have paid more than a fiver for it though, and everybody was just always naked. Pretentious porn perhaps?

One last thing for today. I looked up to see if The Breeders had their new album out yet since I will be seeing them and I haven't heard anything they've done recently. Turns out their album comes out the day before they play Glasgow. What's the deal, Kim? (Didja see what I did there? Probably not because I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you don't know who I'm even talking about). So I'm hoping that their new album turns out to be great or they play a lot of old stuff because like hell I'm going to have the time or money to buy a CD the day before I see them live. I spent all my money on underwear, art and alcohol already like all good students should.