Searching and Philosophical

Manny Singer: Have you ever had a block?
Corrina Washington: All my life.

-Corrina Corrina

I don't have much to say today -- mostly a picture post. My break was well deserved (I believe) and surprisingly I had plenty of down time. Enough down time, in fact, to snap about 100 hilarious photos. Don't worry; I won't post all of them.

Download M83 "Teeng Angst"....right now.

Oh one last thing (like you care): I have currently been out of the "Oscar buzz" loop, so I've made myself a promise that I'd see all the buzzworthy movies before the awards next year. Here's my list:

Good Night, and Good Luck
Brokeback Mountain
Memoirs of a Geisha
Munich
Walk the Line
Capote
The Constant Gardener
A History of Violence
King Kong
The Squid and the Whale
Junebug
Breakfast on Pluto
North Country
Transamerica
Proof

...wish me luck on that shit.

Steal these pictures:

Getting caught in downtown Dallas traffic...


Dumbest picture ever. It was probably my idea.


Heather and Mary getting kinky in the kitchen


Not sure why I look so pissed off in this picture...


Kimbo and her beau


Muh brotha


I can see my uvula! ...or whatever the fuck that thing is called.


Yes, those are hamburger buns...and yes, they used to be brown and normal...good job cleaning out your pantry, Mary and Brittany.


Somebody ripped one...and their name rhymed with Brittany.


This wasn't posed at all. I'm probably the most mature person you'll ever meet...but hey, that's just how I flow.


Love this motherfucker


Riley begging for Pei Wei last night


HA!


Me posing with Sadie


Papa was in town! He looks excited.


Look! Kimberly with no makeup! Ruuun!


Heck yes, that's a cajun fried turkey...only the best.


Dad carving the turkey


I know, the stuffing looks like vomit...but it tasted like heaven. And let me just say that if deviled eggs could talk, I'd be in a long term relationship with them.


Love this picture


Laura is looking for an axe nearby to kill Kimberly with.


The fam


Riley is getting his claws trimmed and he looks absolutely thrilled


Brittany and Foxy


Mary and Oscar


Oh Mary, you're so funny...let's make out


Cheesy...but on purpose


We laughed at how Brittany looks like a coke whore in this picture...but pictures don't lie, right? jk


It was funny at the time...now it's just painful. (this will be used against me in my future)


I swear we're not related


"Lower your eyelids to die with the sun"


Kim and Ted at La Fogata...it's really unfortunate to have a sister that can't feed herself.


I peed a little




I'm traumatized by this picture; seriously, it gives me nightmares.


Britt looks completely schloshed in this picture...she probably was


Riley riding in the car


Dallas



My pops


The pictures were way out of order...not my fault. Laters for now!

There Are Lies We Have To Tell

Ricky Fitts: It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.

-American Beauty

You know those little surveys you get forwarded through e-mail or myspace that ask random questions about yourself? I was filling one out this past week and one of the questions was "Are you afraid of your future?" -- my answer: "Terrified".
I haven't decided yet if it's healthy for me to outline exactly how my future will evolve, because I'm petrified of it turning out to be the exact opposite of what I'd hoped. There's just so much damned competition to be original, and it's hard for my mind not to succumb to the pressure. Trying to keep an open mind is a fucking bitch...

I see no point in revealing what my dreams are, I just hope I'm not a bored and unhappy person 10 years from now...

I recently had to make an account at Blockbuster because I needed to rent a movie for a film paper I wrote last week. Now the addiction has settled in, and I have found myself there three times already. I love it. A girl that works there is unbelievably beautiful, but I doubt I'd ever work up the gonads to start a conversation. I basically have no game whatsoever. I tend not to be the kind of person who goes out searching for a relationship. I feel I don't need one to define myself. I'll just be waiting here until the right person comes into my life.

My mom recently gave me advice on how I should meet girls. (This is when you know that you're pathetic in that department) She said I should find a church to be a member of, and hopefully meet girls that way. I paused, and then just said, "I'm not very religious."......."you're not?"........"no.". A quick change of subject soon followed. Anyways, I doubt attending a church to meet girls is the last thing God intended.

Woah, I totally just got off the subject of Blockbuster. I guess all I had to say about that was I finally rented Moonlight Mile. I had been wanting to see it for years, but never got around to it. It's one to check out mainly for the acting. I've also been renting Six Feet Under. I'm still convinced this is the best television show during my lifetime. Fuck Lost. (even though I'm a total Lost whore)


Don't you hate it when things are your fault? I managed to rack up the max amount of absences in my Political Science course (hey, it's a fucking 8am class) and if I miss one more before the semester is over, then my grade drops a whole letter! Of course, I had planned on leaving for San Antonio this Tuesday night with Laura and Kevin but my political science class was the next morning. After kicking myself and getting lectured from my mom over the phone, we booked a $100 flight home on Wednesday so I didn't miss class. (the $100 coming out of my pocket) So I e-mailed my professor and let her know my situation and how I was a moron for missing class, etc. Lucky for me, she e-mailed me back and wrote "You should be with your family...use this e-mail as an excused absence on Wednesday morning. Don't miss anymore classes, OK?!"

I'm the luckiest bastard alive.

Enjoy these pictures from this weekend:

Passing over a lake on my way to Plano. Don't you love my clean windows?


I get to ride in the backseat for 5 hours with this guy on Tuesday!


At Bahama Breeze on Friday with Laura and Kevin...why the hell did they close down so many of these restaurants?


Laura thinks she looks like a coke addict....or Vince Vaughan...same thing.


Guess who came to visit me!? Kristen and Darren! Good times...


At Hooters for lunch on Saturday...me gusta


Saying goodbye


If you watch any MTV at all, you've probably seen that show Room Raiders where some sluts go through other sluts rooms and pick one to date judging by what's inside...Well, they were at our apartment complex!! Weirdest shit ever! Kristen, Darren, and I pretended to be paparrazzi and snap a few photos of their vans with the film equipment inside. I told Kristen I'd run naked in front of their camera crew for $5, but she turned down my offer.


A storm is coming



That's all for now...I'll be sure to post a nice, long blog from my vacation. Happy Thanksgiving, and laters for now!