I am in deep smit with a girl that doesn't exist, well she does, but her character doesn't. I watched the fifth element last night 'cause I hadn't seen it for the longest time and totally fell in love again with Milla Jovovich (spelling?) and the Liloo (once again spelling?) character. Mein Gott if I could only find a girl like that I'd be set. Smart, sexy, beautiful and can kick the shit out of aliens and save the world, that is pretty much the complete package. But the question remains if I did, perchance, meet someone like that, would they be interested in me? Maybe if I was blonde, drove a cab and was an ex space marine? Which brings me to me next point, which I find quite poignant and can relate to my own life. Would I change myself to gain the favour of the object (sounds so derogatory doesn't it?) of my affections? The answer is quite simply, no. I'm sick of trying to improve myself (mind, body and soul) for people who it will never be enough for. What I do now to improve my mind (Uni) my body (gymnastics) and my soul (trying to be a nice, mature person) I do for myself. If someone along the way chooses to find those things desirable about me then so be it, but at least it's on my terms and at least it's because they (if I'm lucky) like me for who I am also. And hey, I guess it wouldn't hurt if that person had orange dread locks either.
suicidal tenancies were damn good too, and the bronx and 18 visions and the list goes on.