Up My Sleeve

Ruth Fisher: "I'll never have what I want. Ever."

-Six Feet Under

I'm sleeping the other night and my phone rings at 1:30am. It's my new roomate, Michael, who has been assigned to my apartment to satisfy the empty room that my last roomate left open to new residents. I realize quickly that he's either drunk or stoned and the first thing he asks me is, "Do you like to party?". I respond, "No, what about you?". He says, "Well, you know...I'm a freshman, so I'll have some friends over and stuff." Fuck. Then I realized it was 1:30am and this asshole had just woken me up to ask me if I liked to party. What the fuck? I told him I was asleep because I had class the next day and after an unenthusiastic apology, he told me we should "meet up at the fuckin' waffle house." What?! Is it just me, or do good people seem to have the worst luck? It took me a long time to fall back asleep due to the fact that I was fuming mad. How could my apartment complex matched me up with such a shithead?

Well, my luck just turned around in a matter of 14 hours. My mom called me yesterday letting me know that Kevin's (my brother in law) cousin, Brad, was looking for a place to live and a roomate. After making about 10,000 calls, we met up this morning when the apartment office opened, pulled some strings and worked it out to where Brad and I will room together rather than the fuckface freshman drunk-ass. Let's just say I had to bang all the girls in the office to get it to work out. I'm just a pimp like that. Thank God I don't have to go to the damn Waffle House.

With a new roomate on the way, I've decided to re-do our living room. It literally looked like an institution so I'm in the process of making it look good. I've already consulted Alex for his gay opinion on colors and such. I told my mom I wanted it to be the "gayest living room ever" because I don't know if you've ever been in a gay persons home before, but they always look good. Pictures will be blogged soon.

I drove home last week because my Health teacher let us out of class to work on these ridiculously easy assignments. It was really good to see all my friends again and just have a week to lie on the couch and watch marathons of Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-list. You could probably care less about what all I did while I was home, so I'll just sum up with some picture captions below.

Some great songs you should download:
Missy Elliot "Can't Stop"
Aidan Hawken "Pillows and Records"
Nelly Furtado "Explode"
Sigúr Ros "Hoppipola"

I've mostly been renting movies rather than seeing them in theaters, but I have seen a couple worth mentioning. Lady in the Water, Shyamalan's latest film, is very...different. I like him because he's one of the few directors around that tries to create imaginative stories, and interesting characters. We need more directors like him rather than the Michael Bays and Eli Roths. I actually didn't really like Lady in the Water the first time I saw it. I saw two more times (I saw it with different groups of friends) and it's growing on me. Easily Shyamalan's weakest film, but a weak film from him means it's still pretty good. There were parts that I absolutely hated, but there were moments that I love. (especially the ending) I'd reccomend it, I guess. But be warned: It's not a horror/thriller like the trailers lead you to believe.


I also saw a documentary the other day called Who Killed the Electric Car? It was basically an hour and a half of bashing government, big oil, consumers, the California Air Resources Board, and car companies...and I loved it! It's about how we had a great alternative for consumers and the environment with electric cars, but they mysteriously were taken off the market and smashed to pieces. It's a blame game and a good watch.


Alright, that's all I got for now. I'm off to Laura and Kevin's for the weekend to house sit and take care of Riley. I'm also going to see The Night Listener tonight. I rule! Enjoy the pics:

Alex and our friend George making drinks. I'm pretty sure George just pissed in that glass.


At the movies with Rob and Brittany. Hey, Rob...the..the cameras up here, bud.


Chili's with Brittany. She was telling me about her horrible airport experience. Either that or she just peed a little.


Brittany and some pussies


At Jiffy Lube with Brittany. I know, random.


Foxxie and Britt


Sarah Silverman's Jesus is Magic. Such a funny movie.


Hanging out with Alex and Mike. Mike says he didn't dye hair. pffft


On our way to A&M to visit Kristen and friends...aka me singing and dancing in the car for three hours while Alex tries his hardest not to slam the car into a tree just to kill me.


At some Italian restaurant that I pretended to like. Sorry Kristen.


The gang...plus Kimberly


What the hell is wrong with my hand in this picture?!


Cotton Patch for lunch! Kristen just pooped in her pants.


Alex trying hard to mask his contempt for me.


Best server at Olive Garden. (She probably spit in my food)


Vodka and Gatorade. Try it!


At some lame-ass empty country club in College Station.


"Why did that club suck so much?!"


In the next club called Groove.


Gettin' freaky with Diwen. We were the only two that would dance.


Leaving Groove...and off to Whataburger!


Alex convinced me to go to the gay club, Bonham, with him and his friends. I took Brittany as my date. If you haven't been before, then go! Crazy fun times.


Laters for now!