I have just finished watching the Joe Strummer’s movie. I found it quite interesting though the movie was an odd life resumé (oddly oriented on how Joe felt throughout his life… yet without being too sappy about it).

It also made me feel, less alone in my angst against nothing. It also made me understand that I should stop worrying about not having done much with my youth and that I haven’t done what all I have wanted.As a friend once told me: “I look like I’m always one step behind you? I’m just building momentum to overpass you.”

Stop running after time. Who cares what your age is.
What really matters is what you do.
If you take more time to get somewhere then some others, then so be it. Enjoy the ride.

After watching Juno this weekend, I was day dreaming of what the perfect women would be.

Here’s what I took:

My perfect woman would be…

A little Juno and a little clementine (and she’d get both of those two movie refferences). She’ll stun me with her lips first and her appearance second. She’ll outsmart me, and i’ll love it (but probably won’t fully admit it). She’ll look as stunning with morning breath as she will when she’s ready to party like it’s 1939. She will be young yet mature beyond her age. But she’ll also be a sarcastic little brat to keep idiots at bay. She’ll be respectful and passionnate about the slightest details. She’ll know I hate it when she’s late, so she’ll show up 5 minutes early and hide just to see my reaction. She’ll make me smile and laugh when I get too serious about stupid stuff. She’ll hold my hand and look deep in my eyes when I get anxious. She won’t have to say I love you, I’d know it. She would fight for me, without thinking everybody’s a contender.

That’s all I got for now!

I’m going to pick this place up a bit again. It’s too dead, that’s no cool!