~and I stood on those steps with my heart in my hands~

And so with the knockout of England AND Brazil, only Italy, Portugal, Germany and France head to semi finals. Its not the world cup anymore, its the Euro Cup all over again, and we all know France will win, even if Germany gives them a run for their money.

Thus ends my fascination with the world cup.

The fever cools.

But the lust er love for Kaka remains.

In other news, Amilyn wrote me a nifty mini biography, and sure it was an assignment, but it was still marvelously sweet of her to pick me although a friend did mention that he felt this mini biography would just give me delusions of grandeur. I'll post it up one day when she gives me permission.

You know what sucks about a broken heart?

When you find out that it can still be broken even more. It can still be skewered through, stomped on, pierced and crumpled.

A girl told me that when she's in a relationship she feels like its her and him against the world. I told her, nay, its not about that, its about your world and his world colliding.

I had a facial. It was painful. And I baked a cake.

Im so random in tis entry.