I awoke early this morning. Considering I spent over an hour last night making the normally-thirty-minute commute home from DeKalb. The dangerous roads (8+ inches of snow!) were all worth it for the fantastic dinner that my friend, Josh made for us. While I wasn't nervous, per say, while driving, I was quite alert, so I had to take some time to wind down (and watch cartoons) before going to sleep at 1:30ish (hey, it's late for me). I didn't set an alarm, so I didn't think I'd get up at eight, but I did. Even more amazing was the fact that I actually got up and dressed right then. But that let me go shopping, which led to the another unplanned for event...
My mom had to go to the mall. I was just a nonchalant passerby. Unfortunately, I was sucked into Anne Taylor Loft...there were super sales...a hundred dollars and five pieces of clothing later...the rest is history.
I was looking forward to tonight so I could watch the Golden Globes, and see Mr. Owen. I was looking forward to an entire delicious evening soaking in Hollywood glamour and ignoring the Hollywood ego. During the first minutes of the event, I was hanging up said new clothes and watching. There was no preamble. Renee Zellweger walked out onto stay and announced Best Supporting Actor, nominees, Clive Owen. Sadly, I didn't see much in him. No emotion. He was smiling, but not genuinely excited or surprised, but I didn't get the "well, of course, I deserved this" vibe either. His speech was perfunctory (though he didn't thank the wife...maybe he's looking for a new one? like me?) and then it was over. Before I had even gotten settled for the show, the part I saw on Sunday started and I was left with nothing to do for the night.
Now what?
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I did hear a rumor that Clive has a crush on you. That's what Natalie told me, anyway. Just thought you'd like to know.
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