OK, I'm officially in love with Robert Pattinson. It was the leather pants that did it. I can't be held accountable.

Who dresses that child? And, for that matter, who dresses anyone in the Harry Potter movies? Why did every male wear a velvet jacket? Dan, Rupert, and Robert. That's far too many. Plus, why is Dan's jacket so long? Someone must sit these children down and explain to them what fashion is.

On a completely different note, saw Jarhead tonight with Joe and Conor. It was really quite good. I love Peter Sarsgaard's voice. I really do.

I just woke up. I apparently decided against going to class today. Whoops.

It was just Greek.

I re-read Ros & Guil on the plane last night. I don't know what happened, but now it makes me rather sad as well as making me laugh. I know I shouldn't feel bad for them, they don't even really live, but I can't help it. And Ros just walking off stage: 'To tell you the truth, I'm relieved.' Oh, and Guil's 'Now you see me, now you...' Stoppard is brilliant! I should read more of his stuff rather than obsessing over one play.