So. Going to theology camp tomorrow. Had to read Bonhoffer book. It couldn't decide whether it wanted to be dull, or to be amazingly interesting. I think it leant more towards dull. I'm a bit of a narcissist. Every time I pass a reflective surface, I have to look at myself. What can I say? I'm just so darn lovely, I can't help it. Yep. There I go again. And it's soda, not pop. I hope people at camp find me interesting. It's a theology camp. I figure it must be made up of nerds. I'm not really a nerd. Maybe I'm making assumptions. Or maybe not. Who knows? I dunno. I'm more creative. And I think a lot. Theology is a lot like philosophy. Which makes one think. Which is good. I like to think I'm good at thinking. Narcissist. No. I'd be a narcissist if I thought someone would want to read this. Oh, wait. I do. Damn. Narcissist. I sound incredibly bitter. Not good. Ah, well. So it goes. I don't think I'd ever get a Twitter. That might just be too much for me. Jamie Campbell Bower has a Twitter. I read it once. I do like Mr. Bower. I refuse to be a fangirl however. Ack. Fangirl-ism is overrated. Especially Twilight fangirls. I despise Twilight. I am thrilled Mr. Bower sings. It takes a really man to sing. And he sings well. I just about died when I saw him in Sweeney Todd. That, and I like his hair. I have also recently discovered Django James (of the Midnight Squires; actually, for the longest time I thought they were the Midnight Squares) and man can that guy sing. It's quite impressive. His girlfriend's absolutely adorable as well. Georgia Jagger? Cutest thing. Helps that her father was in Rolling Stones, or whatnot, I might be totally wrong about that, but still. And she looks great in red lipstick. I've tried red lipstick like that. I dunno. I look okay in it. It might have been the wrong shade. I was wearing black that day, and was told I looked like a sexy vampiress. Go figure. Anyways, if I ever get my novel published (the novel that I'm still in the process of writing; okay, I'm two pages in, but I know my plot line, and my characters, and stuff; oh, shut up), I'd want those two to be the main characters. Actually, I'd probably have to see if they could act first... David Bowie is to die for in Labyrinth. The movie plot itself needs a little work (I'm re-writing it, you see, so Sarah's less whiny and self-centered, and so that you actually get that Jareth is her romantic interest), but the music that Bowie sings is amazing. And there's glitter. Go on, go watch it, my bloody crumpets! I adore Emilie Autumn. Amazing violinist. Amazing hair. Amazing fashion. While you're watching Labyrinth, watch her as well, why don't you?