Working It Out On The Inside: July 2006

Ruth Fisher: [at a self-help meeting] "You want me to complain? All right then, fuck this. Fuck you. Fuck all of you with your sniveling self-pity. And fuck all your lousy parents. Fuck my lousy parents while we're at it. Fuck my selfish Bohemian sister and her fucking bliss. Fuck my legless grandmother. Fuck my dead husband. And fuck my lousy children with their nasty little secrets!"

-Six Feet Under

Geez, it's been a few weeks hasn't it? I've been really busy doing jack shit. I did, however, just wake up from a wonderful nap. You know that feeling you get after you’ve slept really hard and when you wake up you feel heavy, unbalanced, and dizzy? That's me right now, but somehow I've managed to make it to my keyboard without busting my ass. I’ve never liked naps, but in Denton they are a great time-passer. Especially on Wednesdays when you have nothing better to do and/or after you’ve watched every second of Sarah Silverman’s: Jesus is Magic DVD special features. Oh God.

I completed my Short Story Literature class and am happy to say I aced it. But what can I say? I'm pretty good at blowing my professor. Kidding. I really miss that class especially now that I'm having to take this awful Health Emergencies course. Let me walk you through it: Today's class consisted of us breaking into partners, lying on the disgusting floor, and letting somebody get about two inches from your mouth. I've never come so close to kissing somebody of the same sex before and it turned me on tremendously...kidding again. I usually would've been cool about intimacy with strangers, but my partner was the spitting image of Gollum from The Lord of the Rings...except imagine Gollum as a meth addict and smelling of burnt garlic.

I keep forgetting to mention that my family is driving twelve hours to the beach in Gulf Shores, Alabama on August 12th! I guess driving a long distance with your family sounded fun when I was thirteen, but things change when you're twenty. If our Explorer didn't come with an in-car DVD player, I'd probably suffocate myself after three hours. To prepare for the trip, I'm doing what my parents do before they go on vacation -- watching what I eat. It's pretty tough shopping at Kroger and not buying the giant-ass bag of butter popcorn or tub of raisenettes...but I'm doing pretty well. Except for last night when I sat in bed and ate giant handfuls of Cap'n Crunch out of the box. What?

I've got to plug Keane's new album "Under the Iron Sea". It's the bomb-diggity, and everyone should buy it. My favorite songs are "A Bad Dream", "Hamburg Song", "Try Again", and "Atlantic". Check them out!

I've seen some pretty good, and pretty shitty movies in the past few weeks. Everyone MUST see Superman Returns before it leaves theaters. I hate that everyone is calling it a flop because it didn't do as well as people thought it would. Don't believe the whiney fanboys! See this movie!

I went and saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest over the weekend and it was fucking stupid. Seriously...two and a half hours I will never get back. And for some reason the entire world is shitting their pants over this bullshit. $132 million in three days?! Sometimes I just want to punch the world in the face! Do not see this movie in theaters...it's a renter.

That's all the pointless shit I can pull out of my ass for today. But before I post the pics, I gotta say HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Kristen!

I flew home for my birthday weekend, and Mary surprised me! She was supposed to be in Georgia (she's moving) but turns out she wasn't leaving until July!

When we dine, we dine fine. Denny's...because it's classy.

Hanging out on my birthday at Mary's place. My buddy Rob bought a big bottle of wine and I ended up drinking the entire thing...and nursing a TERRIBLE hangover the next day! I'm never doing that again...