-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!

1 comment:
Nice Blog, as usual. However, I really think that you should do some gonad workouts so you can approach that girl at Blockbuster. However, at the same time, you said that you were waiting for Ms. Right to walk into your life. I already did, bitch. I guess you don't remember Morton's algebra class. I approached YOU. You turned me down... Oh well, I killed myself shortly afterwards, so it's no big deal anymore.
On a happier note, I hate myself. Just kidding, I thought that would be funny... meh... not really, but I tried.
I can't wait for you to get your ass to SA... I need some loving.
JK, we miss you though..
Talk to you later!
LOVE YOU,
Mary
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