fuck pms. My period's late by a week and maybe im pregnant? gahhh. Guess i would have been given how life's been fucking around with me. loads of good stuff happened since the last i've blogged but i haven't got the time to blog. Sigh. And because of pms, i am most irritable. I feel angry now. But for no fucking reason. It feels like the next person to piss me off is gonna die bad. Hate this feeling. Tmr's pbf prelims and i skipped chaps 3, 8 and 9. And half of 7. but i think and hope that i've mastered the previous chapters well enough for this gamble. Sigh.
Im not vexed over any relationship issue. Really. Im okay with the way things are and yes, i can get a little greedy but contentment should be what im feeling. Sigh. Why am i irritable tonight? I wanna shout at someone. Sigh. But better not.
Also, a good thing was, managed to catch 15 minutes here and there of the oscars. Am glad to catch anne hathaway and james franco cross dressing.and helen mirren is soooooooo elegant, i wished i could be half as elegant and poised. And managed to catch it when they gave the award for best performance in male/female lead roles - a.k.a natalie portman and colin firth. Ya, colin's old. But heeeeeeeeeeeee, he's still the perfect man image in my head. He is, and will forever be, bridget's mark darcy. Also, mine. :) i hope bridget jones' diary 3 will come soooon. gosh. That's one movie im gonna watch alone. hmm. Go mr darcy!
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