This week has been...satisfying, but unbearable at the same time. I did a lot, I think, but I can't remember shit right now...
I think it took me about 15 minutes to write those last two sentences. I'm pathetic. I act like I'm writing a novel whenever I start my blog, but once I get into them, I just don't care anymore.
Speaking of writing, I rented Adaptation this weekend starring Nicolas Cage, Meryl Streep, and Chris Cooper. (It's about writers) I want to believe that film was written for me. From the first scene I was completely enthralled in its creativity. It's basically a fictional story about real people.
There is one scene in which Meryl Streep is stoned, and on the phone with Chris Cooper's character. She's trying to get him to sing with her to make the sound of a dial tone. Fucking genius...everyone should see this film.
Saturday night, I met Alex and Kristen and went to Stonewerks in the quarry. Afterwards we planned on seeing a movie, but as opposed to driving across the street to the quarry theater, we just had to drive downtown to see the lights (again), and sit in parade traffic just to see Alexander. Unfortunately, the last showing was at 10:45, and since it was already 10:00, we had no choice.
The first half hour of the movie was perhaps the longest half hour of my life. Endless narration by Anthony Hopkin's useless character really started to get on my nerves. I'm not sure how we managed to sit through two hours of Alexander, but we did and ended up walking out of the theater at 12:45am. The movie probably would have seemed a bit better if it were in the afternoon, and I didn't have to wake up at 7am the next morning for work.The acting was the only engaging aspect of the movie on behalf of Val Kilmer and Colin Farrell, but the rest of the movie was dissapointing, and frankly boring.
I did enjoy the five minute scene in which Rosario Dawson is buck ass naked rolling around on a bed. Also, was anybody aware that Alexander the great was bisexual? It seemed like a lot of the film was focused on his sexuality than his conquering of the known world. I think it was just an excuse to have an extremely upclose shot of Colin Farrell's nutsack...completely unnecessary, but funny as hell.
Anyway, I feel better than I did when I started blogging...I've been looking back and forth at the television, so a half hour has now passed. Damn you Motormouth on VH1...
Now's the time where I leave you with random pictures of my week!
Krista's a pimp
I dog sat for my neighbors this week
Read it and weep, motherfucker!
Laura's cat, Riley...he's fat and proud
Kimberly loves canned cranberry sauce!
My dad is wearing an apron...
Out w/ the friends
Laura trying to be funny
A happy couple
Until next time, laters for now...















































