Run With Me

Miles: Well, the world doesn't give a shit what I have to say. I'm not necessary. Had. I'm so insignificant I can't even kill myself.
Jack: Miles, what the hell is that supposed to mean?
Miles: Come on, man. You know. Hemingway, Sexton, Plath, Woolf. You can't kill yourself before you're even published.
Jack: What about the guy who wrote "Confederacy of Dunces"? He killed himself before he was published. Look how famous he is.
Miles: Thanks.
Jack: Just don't give up, alright? You're gonna make it.
Miles: Half my life is over and I have nothing to show for it. Nothing. I'm a thumbprint on the window of a skyscraper. I'm a smudge of excrement on a tissue surging out to sea with a million tons of raw sewage.
Jack: See? Right there. Just what you just said. That is beautiful. 'A smudge of excrement... surging out to sea.'
Miles: Yeah.
Jack: I could never write that.
Miles: Neither could I, actually. I think it's Bukowsky.

-Sideways

What a week! I don't necessarily mean that in a happy, excited way. It's just a relief that I actually made it through those seven days and I'm still breathing. I did pretty well on all four of my exams, got all of my stuff into UT before the deadline, got my shift picked up Friday from HEB, and Kristen came into town. We didn't do too much due to the fact that Alex was in Dallas, and we usually chill at his house. But I had fun otherwise...

Kristen and Darren


On Saturday, my dad noticed that Sadie's right ear was swollen into a bubble. Assuming it was a hematoma, (filled with blood) we decided we needed to take her to the vet. Our vet's office has been upping their prices lately, so my mom was given a reccomendation by a fellow nurse at the hospital to try a new vet out in Bulverde. Sooo, my mom and I loaded Sadie up in the car. This proves to be rather difficult and embarassing due to the fact that we have to make her lay down in a bedsheet, and then proceed to lift her in the blanket into the back of the car. She's too old to jump, and she screams when you try to pick her up. It looks like we're hiding a dead corpse wrapped in sheets.

Anyway, after making the drive out to Bulverde we finally reach this new vet's office. From the moment we parked and I saw the place, I knew it was a bad idea. It looked like a shitty old shack that had survived a hurricane. The paint was chipped, there were bars on the windows, an odd smell, and a rusty refrigerator on the front porch. When you open the door, a blanket of raw stench slaps you in the face. The receptionist is shady, and we ended up waiting. After about 20 minutes of waiting, my mom left the waiting room to go outside w/ her phone. She came back inside and whispered "Get Sadie, we're leaving"...THANK GOD!

Needless to say, we got the fuck out of there and took Sadie to our regular vet. She's going back Thursday for surgery. I'm nervous b/c with a dog that old, you always have the worry that she might not make it through the anestesia. Let's hope she does okay, b/c it's going to suck if she dies in surgery. It will be very weird when she finally passes b/c she's been in my family for 15 years. Since I was three...ugh, I wish dogs lived forever.

My baby


Oscar night was Sunday, and I really don't have much to say. It was pretty predictable, and I didn't agree with some of the awards given. Also, I hope they don't continue to give out awards in the audience. That seemed so disrespectful to give out the smaller awards to people near they're seat. It's like saying, you're not good enough to stand up on stage. If I worked that hard to earn my Oscar, I would want to be able walk up on stage. Oh, may I just say that I have a huge crush on the not-so-good actress Emmy Rossum. She is incredibly hot...

mmm...



Bobby brought up an interesting point the other day about Jamie Foxx's performance. There is a big difference between good acting, and good impersonating. I'm sure Jamie was great and all (I never saw Ray), but it did kinda seem like an imitation. "Wow, he can talk and walk like Ray Charles, so let's worship Jamie Foxx. " Also, is it 'hump Clint Eastwood's leg' year? That's all I have to say. I dont' care for his movies, OR HIS SHITTY MUSIC! I do enjoy Hilary Swank, though.

"Looking back at her previous Oscar win, this shows that nobody get's beaten to death better than Hilary Swank" -Daily Show

Speaking of music, I cannot stop listening to "Adagio for Strings" by Samuel Barber. Hands down the most emotional, beautiful music I've heard in a long time. I reccomend you check it out. I heard it first in the trailer for a movie coming out called CRASH. Bobby gave me a link to the trailer, and it looks great. Here's a link: http://www.crashfilm.com/

I took some more pictures out in the backyard yesterday, and I really like how they came out. It's amazing what a digital camera can capture.



Laters for now...