Boys are so funny.

So Daniel “Harry Potter” Radcliffe saw this girl at a film party, they made a deep, spiritual connection via eyeballs, but he didn’t jump on his Nimbus 2000 and go talk to her and now he regrets it. Once upon a time, when Lance Bass was still straight and all was right in my N*Sync lovin’ world, they made a movie about this very thing.

Anyway, Potter said this:

“She stared at me all night and I was going to get her number and then I couldn’t find her.”

Um, Harry, she was probably staring at you thinking, “Where do I know this guy?” but didn’t recognize you without your specs. But on the other hand, most gentlemen know to run the other way when someone of the opposite sex stares at them ALL NIGHT. So what you consider hot and alluring, I call CREEPY!! Sydney’s Daily Telegraph initially launched a search for the mystery girl, but they feel only phonies have shown up. And now Daniel/Harry is retracting his statements (maybe he realized she was just looking at his pizza roll hors d’oeuvres), so the deal is off. SO… this is my second Public Service Announcement for the Week: If you are the girl who was looking at Harry Potter like you wanted him to cast a few spells your way, call the Sydney Daily Telegraph. I could make other Potter references, but they all come out sounding dirty.

In other news, under the category of “boys acting all romantic and stuff,” Prince William landed a helicopter on Kate Middleton’s lawn during a military training activity. While the military is thoroughly ticked off, you know Katie was not. How cool is THAT to say, “Yeah, my boyfriend –the future King—stopped by for a little visit. In a helicopter. On my lawn.” Though the wind velocity would totally jazz up a girl’s hair.

And speaking of love, EVERYONE seems to love Miley Cyrus. I’m not in that league, but whatever. Miley announced she would be penning her autobiography. Um, okay, you’re FIFTEEN!!! That might account for two chapters. Okay, maybe three if you want to include Jonas Brothers details, but an ENTIRE BOOK? Whatever!

On a totally different note, in doing research for my next series, A Charmed Life, I’ve had to watch some wrestling (or wrasslin’ if you’re from the south). In fact, I might actually have to go IN PERSON to see a match or two. (I’ve been putting this off and trying to make do with things on TV called Friday Night Smackdown and Monday Night Raw.) But enough about my personal tortures. Anyway, I was kind of excited to see that the presidential candidates were going to give a little spoofy schpiel on Monday Night Raw. It was SUCH a letdown!

Barack—what the heck? Look lively! He acts like he’s reading a grocery list. Hills did okay, but McCain is actually my pick for best performance. That’s a Hulk Hogan reference, by the way. He’s totally down with some Hogan. Though why he refers to Obama as BARRUCK, I have no idea.

My brother and my two cousins watched wrestling ALL the time when we were growing up. And it takes four to tag team, so guess who got drafted (beaten to a pulp) a LOT? Me. And I have the scars to prove it. But at least I went to high school equipped with the knowledge of a pile driver, steam roller, and a DDT. I kind of needed it on a few dates.

Have a great weekend! I’m going to break my diet and face-plant in some pasta.

Jen