10:15 p.m.

Filmming was fun. Awkward as hell 'cause I spent the afternoon in a stranger's house (I came half an hour early and D. wasn't there so it was just me and D's friend, DS, for one bloody hour...goddamn, was that awkward). But otherwise, all went very well. I'm glad.

A thought that has been tickling my head for a bit now: DS looks awfully familiar...I could've sworn I've seen him somewhere before. Then again, that could've been because he's white and you know how all white people look pretty much the same....lol, jks.

HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN - by The Beatles

She's not a girl who misses much
do do do do do do...oh yeah
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd with the multi-coloured mirrors on his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working over time
A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the national trust

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down...

Mother Superior jumped the gun...
Mother Superior jumped the gun...
Mother Superior jumped the gun...
Mother Superior jumped the gun...
Mother Superior jumped the gun...
Mother Superior jumped the gun...

Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, mama (bang bang shoot shoot)
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know nobody can do me no harm
Because (happiness)...is a warm gun mama (bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm...yes it is...guuuuuuuuuuunnnnnn! (Bang bang shoot shoot)

Yours...