Why Not Me - Locklsey

You know what, no. I can't keep it in any longer and I don't fucking care if I sound like a cradle-robber. In my defense, next month he'll be 18 which makes him legal in my home country. So...

Daniel Radcliffe, why do have to be so damn sexy? Fuck.

My love affair with Daniel started with the first film. He was on Letterman (I didn't actually see the show) wearing a suit and David asked him which Beatle he was. He laughed and a light bulb went off in my head. OMG, he DID look like a Beatle. John Lennon to be exact. I had been a Ron fan up until I saw that promo, but I was a full-blown Harry girl after that. He's since grown out of his John Lennon stage, but for the better. I'm only bringing this up because mother and I watched all the Harry Potter movies this week so I was watching Daniel transform into the handsome man he is today. And he knows he's beautiful as I may have shouted it at him, twice, at the Goblet of Fire premiere in New York. I PRAY he didn't figure out it was me saying, "OMG, HE'S BEAUTIFUL!" when he was only a few feet away, but if he did who cares. I'm never going to be face to face with him ever again and it's not like he would remember if the stars were to align for a second time.

Speaking of HP, I may get my very own Playstation 2 so I can continue playing the games. I haven't finished playing the 3rd game (and I'm really close to the end), I didn't get the 4th game and now the 5th is coming out and they're saying it's the best of series. I'm not much of a gamer, but I'm pretty excited for this.

You know who else is an underage (again, only by a year) hottie? Thomas Sangster. It took him a little bit to grow into it, but he's finally made it. I foresaw that when I saw him in Love Actually. I can be quoted by saying, "he's going to be hot when he grows up." Yes, it may have sounded strange then, but look who's laughing now. It's me, but not too loud.

All Over Again - Locksley

No Authority Rhyming Disease (a.k.a. NA Rhyming Disease or NARD). It's a terrible disease that plagues songwriters everywhere. Even my dear Locksley.

The name and disease originated back in the late '90s when I was still very much into my bubble gum pop phase. No Authority was one of the many boy groups that graced the pages of 16, Bop, Tiger Beat, etc. Josh Keaton had the most amazing eyes, still does, and had the voice of an angel. Naturally, I was in love. I picked up their debut album, Keep On, and discovered that they had a bit rhyming problem. You'd be singing along and suddenly you'd sing two lines that didn't rhyme. Classic NARD line:

'Cause you will hurt yourself
And you will hurt my feelings
Let's stop wasting our time
Is it me or someone else
Baby explain yourself
Let me know the deal, tell me

WTF? It was then that NARD was discovered and used to discribe non-rhyming lyrics that spring up in songs.

Recently, I've been listening to Locksley's album, Don't Make Me Wait, non-stop for the past few days. I wasn't a fan when I first gave it a listen and now, months later, I see it's brilliance. Yes, those boys still have a bit to go before everything they touch is gold, but they are well on their way.

Near the end of the song It Won't Be For Long this line pops up:

Oh no, well I can't say
Cause I'm moving on, well I've gone away.
Memories of her are all that remain,
Memories of her, of her and of me.

Um, NARD, much?

And, omfg, Josh Keaton is all grown up. I feel old.