thursday, july 11th
you don't need to tear away.
most of the boys i know have an irrepressible affection for kirsten dunst. i always thought she was too skinny, with no girl-hips and little angry looking eyes. but, you know what, she was incredibly cute in the movie "bring it on" which i finally saw for the first time last night. her character was gutsy, zealous and liked to have fun, which i dug. she didn't change herself to interest boy on the prowl, cliff; who skulks around reading desmond morris books and wearing old punk tees.
but gabrielle union was all impertinent and a lot cuter than ms. dunst, and she was in 'ten things i hate about you' too. in both films she's sassy and a little bit mean, which i much, much prefer.
yesterday j got "emerge" by fisherspooner on vinyl, which always sounds sorta off and weird in england: it sounds like remy's apartment. the song would suck without the grrl vocals. i don't think i got hit upside the head with much pop music in the states, and i didn't realise how much i missed it until i came back home. the radio stations in america are crammed with commercials, and genres are usually never mixed up or fucked up with. still, "emerge" is the sorta song that i can't shake out of my head once it's there.
my new favourite thing is rah rah skirts. they swish, and gwen stefani digs them. i know anything looks cool on gwen stefani, but still. i am also hearting my cotton candy bonne bell lip smaker. it makes the whole world taste like mmmm pink candy.
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