I may have just orgasmed watching Ewan McGregor in Down With Love. Sexy accent. Just plain sex. *dies*

So for my poem...I can write about, love, lust, blue eyes, or ewan/hayden (in a sneaky way) hmm....this shall be fun.

So today, I wanted to throw up. We watched the first 20 minutes of Saving Private Ryan. I wanted to sick up afterwards. My lunch was gatorade. But that was just fine. I still feel sick. Meh.
I haven't seen Stigs in a while. I'll have to pop by within the next couple days before School's out. Sam and I have attacked his board for the past couple days. tehe.

this beat poem is not coming along.