obsession goes pffffttttttt, kaput, zilch, nada

Great. My Orlando obsession lasted for about two weeks then it went pffffttttt this morning. The Jude Law semi-obsession lasted about a day and a half, and the Elijah goo-goo eyes about one hour. My heart is so inconstant then (or maybe it's the fact that I never really, truly liked these guys in the first place). They just actors, for crying out loud. (Good looking actors, fine, but actors nonetheless. I can hear my friends say, "ahahahay, finally she comes back to earth.") Yeah yeah, I'm back to earth.

my bouts with obsession (for foreign actors) came to a peak about a year ago with Daniel Radcliffe. Yes, he's the young guy who played Harry Potter. I wasn't as expressive of it like with my Orlando obsession, but it was more...manic. Maybe I didn't want my friends to know that I fancy younger guys lest I be labeled a pedophile ("my goodness, E-----, he's just fifteen!") Everytime I remember what I did during the height of HP3, I cringe and lament over the money I spent. I watched it four times in the big screen (broke my LOTR3 record of three), and...well, I won't go to the details. The fire dies out, eventually, as you can see.

I can see myself cringing in the future when I will look back to my Orlando obsession. Honestly, now, what in the bloody hell was I thinking? I learned to use the adjective "bloody" for every noun in my sentence, the use of British slang words like telly, bloke, mate (the others are unrpintable). I think most girls had a bout with obsession for foreign actors and singers, but hey, it's a part of growing up. Of being a girl. Of still being able to realize that gorgeous faces still make my heart beat faster. Of being able to realize that they may be gorgeous, but then, (and now) they're just...faces. No substance. And most of all, to be able to realize that it takes more than a gorgeous face to make my heart beat faster in the long run. (naks, how very touchy feely). What does it take, you ask? Well, that's another story. *smile*