It seems to me that there are few more embarassing ways to be inspired than in watching a bad teen movie. However, a couple of nights ago, when watching "Boys and Girls" (I think) I came up with another of my theories (These, as with most things I do or say, generally come out as self-indulgent nonsense, but I think they generally have some truth in them. I've believed faithfully in one of them since I was in year nine. I called it my Theory of Me. Yes, I know (Actually, having said I still believe it, I can't remember right now what exactly it stated)). I may have already said this on here in some form or other, but I have every right to repeat myself. So my current thinking is that, subconsciously, I've fallen in love with J precisely because he won't reciprocate. I get to enjoy being in love, it's with someone who doesn't really mind, and I never have to fear rejection, because there's nothing actually going on. Or it was something like that.

I've just thought about what I've written and it's not actually very nice to J at all, is it. It doesn't give him any credit, just portrays him as someone convenient. That isn't what I think at all. I actually thinks that's pretty clear from previous entries, but I wanted to be sure.