a breakthrough in my ever trying time to rid my life of all things robert pattinson and get a fucking life.
it's a severely steep hill that i continually fall down. i can't not be drawn to him. he's just too pretty to look away.

but i'm trying. it's unhealthy to be angry at a girl you've never met because rumors have pegged her as his girlfriend/fuckfriend/whatever. it's wrong to assume that if you weren't in alberta, rather in vancouver, you would have a chance to sleep with this god of everything orgasmic.
it's just not right.

first of all... vancouver is one helluva big city. there are tonnes of girls. there are tonnes of rpatz fiends out there who would slit your throat in an attempt to sabotage your gains. he's not worth being trampled. well... unless i'm the one doing the trampling. THEN we can talk.
secondly... you've got finals. vancouver is for later when you don't have to focus your already limited brain functions on exams.


so. my epiph as to how to go about this.
hovel myself up in the library and actually study.
don't bring my laptop where his pretty face is at the tip of my fingers; only a few keystrokes away hidden in the multitude of gossip blogs out there.
ahhh lainey gossip, or once budding relationship is now stymied by my desire to move on. i still send my love-- you'll be there for me when i come back from this self imposed hiatus.
no TA or lex.
just corporate, real estate and commercial law, a venti london fog and some good tuneskies. a fuckin'plus.

yeah, i just gave myself self-props for that. i know i'm cool.

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a breakthrough in my ever trying time to rid my life of all things robert pattinson and get a fucking life.
it's a severely steep hill that i continually fall down. i can't not be drawn to him. he's just too pretty to look away.

but i'm trying. it's unhealthy to be angry at a girl you've never met because rumors have pegged her as his girlfriend/fuckfriend/whatever. it's wrong to assume that if you weren't in alberta, rather in vancouver, you would have a chance to sleep with this god of everything orgasmic.
it's just not right.

first of all... vancouver is one helluva big city. there are tonnes of girls. there are tonnes of rpatz fiends out there who would slit your throat in an attempt to sabotage your gains. he's not worth being trampled. well... unless i'm the one doing the trampling. THEN we can talk.
secondly... you've got finals. vancouver is for later when you don't have to focus your already limited brain functions on exams.


so. my epiph as to how to go about this.
hovel myself up in the library and actually study.
don't bring my laptop where his pretty face is at the tip of my fingers; only a few keystrokes away hidden in the multitude of gossip blogs out there.
ahhh lainey gossip, or once budding relationship is now stymied by my desire to move on. i still send my love-- you'll be there for me when i come back from this self imposed hiatus.
no TA or lex.
just corporate, real estate and commercial law, a venti london fog and some good tuneskies. a fuckin'plus.

yeah, i just gave myself self-props for that. i know i'm cool.