God, I love Jimmy Eat World. Well I only just woke up. It's almost 1pm. This is the one thing I hate most about summer holidays; when I wake up, half of my day has gone. There's something wrong with me. Seriously. There's this group of us curating an exhibition for an art gallery. This guy came in to talk to us about how to write. I swear to God, I was immediately attracted to this poor man. Nothing special. Kinda chubby, shaved head, stubble, friendly eyes. Very regular kinda bloke. Except, his English was amazing. He read some of his work out to us, and the way he'd described some art, it was as if.. if I went and saw the picture afterwards, it would ruin the description of it. Like seeing a bad movie made of a good book. Seriously. Who feels attracted to a guy just because he can form good sentences?