Aa-chan

Diary of a Deranged Fangirl
2005-11-14 12:58:51 (UTC)

Welcome To Monday

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about what antics
were going to take place today, but you know something,
it's not even worth the time to get all antsy about it.
This is going to be a short week for me this week as is
next week, if they can't put the past behind them, then
that's truly sad. As for myself, I'm just going to do what
I always do, work quietly with my head down and my mouth
shut and just watch the fallout from a distance.

Besides I have far bigger fish to fry today. Today is the
day super sexy Paul comes and for some reason I'm just
nervous as heck about it. I think his handsome and dashing
(yes I broke that one out) manor makes me flustered. I
don't get all girlie about guys, but he makes me blush and
get all.... Fruity...

I think its because he's British, aside from the whole
super mega handsome thing. When I'm around him I don't
want to sound like a stupid/ ignorant American. I have to
remind myself constantly if I ask him questions about
England that it isn't called England its called the United
Kingdom.

Also when he speaks I just feel this need to correct my
diction. Yes I am guilty of the whole Philadelphian accent
thing, where it's not "This, that, or the other", but "Dis,
dat, or de-utter". Ugh... So when I'm with him my diction
becomes clearer and I try very hard not to sound like some
idiot.

"You mean you don't break out the Germantown girl accent?"

Hell no!!! The object is not to sound like someone who
drools all over themselves or sounds like some uneducated
dolt. The object is to give the air of sophistication,
elegance, and refinement. Even if it isn't true. Which,
I'll give myself some credit, it is true. I can be very
sophisticated, elegant, and refined, but those
opportunities don't come up often in my daily life.

Not to speak ill of anyone, but the people who I have to
talk to on a regular basis shy of J'aime, Mom, Maureen, and
the people on my friend-list on lj), have a combined
intelligence quotient of a bowl of soup. You should hear
some of the inane conversations that go on in this office.
It's no wonder that my IQ has slipped 8 points.

But you know something, I'm not really planning on speaking
to Paul much. It's going to be mostly mindless sex, which
is fine. But I know it won't be all tongue down throat and
counting ceiling tiles. He said when he first told me he
was coming back, that he was anxious to hear more Japanese
rock music, so I'll hook him up with something.

By the time I have to go and see him, I'll probably be a
nervous wreck. I need to get over it. Seeing him really
is what I want, so there is no need to be so nervous about
it.

Woo-hoo: Oh Paul... Damn he is so mega sexy and oh has
the lovely British charm. Oh God... I just can't take it.

Barf: Nanimonai

Current Song: Mask ending theme song to Bakaretsu
(Sorcerer) Hunter.




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