Insanity Strikes

Time's Ticking

Really, really fast. Like, earlier in the library, I checked in @ 10.35 and sat down to write and realized that five minutes past. Like, what?

So is it perfectly normal that I'm feeling a little slack two weeks into finals? I should be panicking, and a part of me is, but the other part of me felt like we're already free. Ugh. Not a good sign. 

I watched X-Factor earlier and saw Drew from Emblem 3 wearing shades. I'm a sucker for guys who wears shades and leather jackets. Like, they get so hot with sunglasses and those leather jacket. But when they're without them, some ordinary guy would be just that. Ordinary. But don't get me started on Robert Pattinson. 

Oh. My. God. 

I just watched Cosmopolis and turns out it was just like Bel Ami, only it's modern day. Some scenes I do not wish to watch twice. And I skipped a lot of scenes from the movie. I felt violated, even though RPattz was like, so hot. I don't understand the plot, because of my skipping habbits. But whatever, right? There was this scene where he shot his hand and it looked real and he looked like he was really in pain, with veins popping out on his forehead and stuff. Well, not literally, but yeah. 

I had like, two dreams of being SO close to Robert Pattinson of which a) I was kissing the corner of his lips, and running my fingers through his oh-so-soft hair and he looked so pained with all the bruises on his face and b) Rob was a prince and I had to marry him while my boyfriend was actually Edward Cullen. INSANE. But there was that part of the dream when I was on the bed with Rob, just sitting and talking and I started saying that I'm grateful for his support for my college and life, etc, and then I started crying and telling him that I'm not happy. Which felt like a lie. He. Pulled. Me. Into. His. Arms. He pulled me into his arms and I was bawling like a baby all over his shirt and he was telling me that I will be happy, that he was going to make me happy.

I fell in love with him all over again. *Dreamy sigh*

Dreams are as good as any. Since my chances of meeting him are slim to none. 

LOOK AT THIS MAN! 

When 8 November is up, and I'm free - OH YES I'LL BE FREE - I am going to be staring at his face and his eyes and his lips and SWOON. For every second.