the painful scream that I heard last.

he's never been one for awards shows or glitzy things. fuck, the only reason he liked going to hollywood was because of Venice Beach. well... and taking a picture with the Beatles' star on the walk of fame, and LA was just nasty. the people and the litter and skrjdjdjd. quite frankly he's stated well away from any awards, most celebrity gossip, and other shinanigans. then he started to become this person he hates that can't go 10 minutes without checking in online or going on tumblr. it's very sad and he hates it, but then everyone was liveblogging and he ended up watching it all and fanqueering over the handful of celebrities that he does know the names of and enjoy. he's becoming this person he doesn't recognize and he knows that most of it is to find common ground to talk to her about. if only the whole opposites attract thing didn't apply to his situation, things would be a fuckload of a lot easier.  he managed to not do any homework, read, or start any projects this weekend. somehow he is completely okay with this. he doesn't even know how to express the amount of fucks he doesn't give anymore. at the beginning of a new term he can't help but to be ready to take a nap at every spare moment, he's too fucking tired from putting in effort for the end of term two.  <3 <3