paul in wimbeldon

what is this obsession of mine with paul bettany?!
i've seen him in like 2movies both forgettable and yet im uber excited seeing him portray silas in the spielberg-hanks tandem, the da vinci code. is it because of the accent? that thick, sultry british accent that makes everything sound more intellectual that it actually is? hell, he could read me the financial section of the new york times and it'd sound like the greatest love poem ever. or is it the stereotypical blonde hair, blue eyes? im such a sucker, aren't i?

it's tortorous seeing him in the movie wimbeldon. to be partnered with that ho, kirsten dunst. first she goes off and steals time with tom cruise, brad pitt, and antonio banderas in interview with a vampire and now with MY paul bettany! bitch. no wait, bitch with absolutely no fashion sense. dissing the dunzo aside, paul bettany was an absolute dream in wimbeldon. i mean, he looked like an angel playing in a court that im actually familiar with. he made me miss tennis so much. don't get me wrong, i LOVE steven gerrard and football is the new sport of mine, but tennis was there before i knew the champions of europe. i could play it and was actually quite good. there was a summer that i once filled with nothing but court training. i woke up at first light and trained for fifteen hours. i trained until the lights came on just after sunset and the keeper had to shoo me out. i trained until my coach protested at the rigidity of the training that i wanted to recieve and he had to bring in two other coaches to help out. paul bettany made me miss the games. granted that i never went pro,i knew how his character felt when he had to compete in wimbeldon. okay, so i didn't compete in wimbeldon, but just that i competed in a tournament that was really important to me.

so the whole point of the blog?
i love paul bettany and i love tennis.
yay.








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loser.