A Man of Substance

Hannibal Lecter: You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed? Pure West Virginia. What's your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamb? You know how quickly the boys found you... all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars... while you could only dream of getting out... getting anywhere... getting all the way to the FBI.
Clarice Starling: You see a lot don't you doctor. Why don't you turn that high-powered perception at yourself and tell us what you see, or, maybe you're afraid to.
Hannibal Lecter: A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti. **slurps**

- The Silence of the Lambs

I'm posting today only because I figured I'd do something better with my time than sit here while eating some 99 cent oatmeal cookies and drinking my water with lemon. I recently gave up soda completely. I also meant to abolish any and all unhealthy snack food from my diet, but when you see a package of oatmeal cookies for that cheap, it's difficult to abstain. I began my newly improvised diet at the new year mainly stemming from a sense of disgust at how and what I chose to consume in my first semester away from home. Oh, and maybe being greeted by your grandmother at the airport over X-mas break with a "You got fat..." might have something to do with it too.

Grocery shopping alone isn't the best thing for somebody with a sweet tooth. Although ever since I've been back in Denton I feel proud that I'm able to withdrawal most of my indulgences. I guess I could, however, just look in my closet and see all the stacked empty boxes of Little Debbie snacks to gain some inspiration not to be a fatass. My metabolism is slowly diminishing and it's terrifying...I hope this means I don't have to start working out.

Wow, I keep surprising myself -- I just wrote two paragraphs in under five minutes! I think I'm more surprised that I didn't use a curse word though. FUCK!....ah, much better. (ps: fatass is a title, not a curse word)

Classes haven't started kicking my ass, but then again, I haven't reached an exam week yet. I think it's possible to single out which courses may stress me out the most so I'll try to keep on my toes this semester. My professors seem okay right now, although I have a one-sided Political Science teacher who openly admits to "accidentally" slipping his opinion into everything. And it sucks even more when his opinion differs greatly to yours. Another one of my professors' names is Boshorat Ibragimova. Try saying that ten times....fuck, try saying that once!

Not that many pictures today but it's quality not quantity, right? Enjoy.

I should stop trying to take pictures out my window while driving.


A little pottery barn-esque, but whatever...I thought it looked neat.



Laura's old roomate's cat, Lilly, trying to get along with Riley. Or not.


I like this picture


Trying way too hard to be artistic


M-M-M-Mi Cocina!! Love this place...I wish they had them in SA.


Shana's birthday partay last Friday!


LaShana...Shana's other personality. (only when drinking)


A few partiers


Well, I'm off to go watch a couple hours of pre-SAG Award red carpet coverage on E! I'm such a media whore. Peace and laters for now!