Nate Fisher: I miss you too.
Claire Fisher: You know how I always used to tell you you weren't Dad...after Dad died? It was such a waste of time thinking that way.
Nate Fisher: No, it's just part of how you dealt with it, that's all.
Claire Fisher: No, it kept me from ever knowing you as much as I really could have. And now you are so completely fucking gone!
Nate Fisher: Claire, stop listening to the Static.
Claire Fisher: What the fuck does that mean?
Nate Fisher: Nothing. It just means that everything in the world is just like this transmission making its way across the dark. But everything...death, life...everything is all completely suffused with static. *SCHHHHHH* But if you listen to the static too much it fucks you up.
Claire Fisher: Are you high?
Nate Fisher: I am actually, yeah. I'm quite high.
-Six Feet Under
Thank goodness for reruns and DVDs. Otherwise I would have probably committed suicide by now if I weren't able to rewatch the episodes of Six Feet Under. I don't think there will ever be a show that will surpass the connection I made with SFU. If you haven't gotten a chance to see any episodes, I urge to to start renting from season one. It honestly re-defines television. OH MY GOD! I just turned on HBO and SFU is totally on! This is too weird. I hope I can still blog without becoming too distracted. Check out this AWESOME 2 minute promo for it and get a taste of what it's all about...seriously...watch it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGzFdUCBGIs
A few weeks ago Natalie Portman hosted SNL and did this "SNL Digital Short" where she raps. It is the funniest thing I've seen in a long time. Check it out here:
http://www.nbc.com/Video/videos/snl_1439_natalieraps.shtml
Perhaps in an effort to disconnect myself with all the stress of the last few weeks of the semester, I recently picked up another hobby -- Yoga. I'm trying my hardest to do it every day while maintaining the mindset that I'm not a deeply pretentious poser. But it makes me feel pretty good...and now I can even touch my toes without bending my knees. So suck it.
So I went and saw Silent Hill this weekend with Kevin. I'm getting a little tired of getting excited about movies, and then being severely dissapointed after I see them. It had some decent moments, but the movie left a lot of things unexplained. Not all of us have played the video game, you idiots. But still, people will be seduced by the movie magic and too distracted to notice its lifeless plot and tedious and uninteresting story that leads to nothing. Watching that movie was the equivalent of letting a dog take a bloody dump in my mouth. Fuck you, Silent Hill and all of your bullshit! You wasted my $8.50!
Sorry if it seems like I'm in a bad mood. I just spent five arduous hours in the campus library studying for one of my four exams that I have this week. I think I may be suffering from "page-flipping fatigue". Also I kept getting distracted in my study cubical because people had written all kinds of shit on the desk that I found fascinating. Stuff like "UNT Sucks" which was followed by "No, you suck" which was followed by "No, your mom sucks". I contributed to the graffiti by writing "studying blows my ass" on the cubical wall. Graffiti is my new form of expression.
Here are the pictures from the past weekend. They suck, but so did my weekend. Enjoy!
Laura made Cosmos. Fierce! Maybe I shouldn't have had two of them, and two glasses of wine, and some other drink Kevin made before we went to dinner. Oops.
No, Laura didn't just take Ecstasy...She bought a bunch of baby teething stuff to help some of her Speech Pathology kids work on eating skills.
SLP = Speech Language Pathologist...she gave this as a gift to one of her fellow co-workers.
I'm an idiot.
Oooh, that's deep.
At Cheesecake Factory...mmm
Sometimes I still surprise myself at how white I actually am.
Showoff
I'm off to do some yoga poses before bed. Hopefully this time I won't break my foot trying to maneuver my feet to sit on my thighs. I'm sorry, but that's just not normal. Laters for now.
2 comments:
Yoga? Bending? I guess I need to try it. I am the least flexible person ever..... and you say it helps? Hmm.... Anyway, thanks for the call this past weekend. Good luck with finals, and I hope to see you when school gets out. Later bitch! =) had to throw in a cuss word, sorry.
I can't even touch my knees without bending my knees. Yes, you heard me correctly. Yoga would likely be the activity that lead me to suicide. Death by Yoga... that could be a cool song title...sooo emo.
Anyway... the picture of Laura w/ the pacifier has a wicked reflection of Kevin in the microwave. It's pretty rad.
Other then that... I think your blog is depressing and you are in severe need of some Zoloft. JK.
Come home quick... I need some lovin :)
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