So, picture this scene:
It is 8.30 in the morning, and I am in the computer labs at university, killing some time before my exam, which starts at 9.30am.
I'm cruising the news sites, bumming around, not really doing anything in particular. I decide to do my usual news searches- my fave bands, to see if there is any news, my favourite sports teams for scores, my favourite actors...
So I type in "O-L-I-V-I-A [space] W-I-L-D-E" and
BANG!
Up pops a link that says something about Olivia Wilde in a photoshoot (I don't remember the exact title because I clicked the crap out of it and it all became a blur).
And then
BANG!
Up pops this image:






At this point, I'm pretty sure the heterosexual part of my brain exploded into tiny pieces too small to every put back together properly.








So, there I am, in a unversity computer lab, a place of higher learning, staring with dropped jaw at what are essentially topless photos of Olivia Wilde.

After a few minutes of drinking in that DELICIOUS Olivia Wilde photoshoot, I realised that I was in fact in a public space, gawking at Wilde-porn, and that perhaps I should stop before someone sees what I am looking at and has me arrested for being a dirty pervert on university property.

So, I went of to my exam, very turned on, not by the propect of sitting a 3 hours exam on psychological research (because that is not hot), but by the residual Olivia images that were burned into my brain.

I managed to slip out of my daze just in time to begin the exam.

All was going well (as well as an exam can ever go), when I got stuck on a question. As I searched my brain for answers, this image popped into my head:






accompanied by this thought:
"Oh my god, Olivia is so hot."









While this statement is indeed true, it is not particularly helpful when trying to articulate a response to a question about null hypothesis testing.

I managed to re-focus, finish my exam, run home (well, I had to take a bus, but I ran from the bus stop) and come here to share more examples of Olivia's wonderfulness.

I will say that while Olivia is clearly the most beautiful woman in the entire universe (uh duh), I also love that she is 1) incredibly smart, 2) politically aware, and 3) hilarious. Read or watch any interview with her and you can tell that her lights are switched on and somebody is home. So I'm not just gay for her body, I'm gay for her beautiful mind too.

Also, the thing about Olvia is that she looks damn good whether she is clothes-less or covered from head to toe. That, I think, is the true mark of beauty: it is more about an overall attitude rather than the flesh.

Furthermore (you can tell that I am in exam mode), the pictures are actually done very tastfully. I'm not very familiar with Maxim, but I understand that it can be a naughty. But this 'Garden Of Eden' photoshoot is beautiful. And it shows Olivia off without exploiting her. I love that Olivia can be so incredibly sexy and not look like the modern Paris Hilton whore type that many young actresses seem to want to go for.

In summation, I can't get over how much I love Olivia. She is gorgeous and brilliant and she has stolen 99% of my heterosexuality. And I just wanted to share my perverted story with y'all. Feel free to point and laugh at me, because I am won't be caring. I will be drooling over those tasty, tasty Maxim pictures.