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Michael Scott: Toby is in HR, which technically means he works for corporate, so he's really not a part of our family. Also, he's divorced, so he's really not a part of his family.

-The Office

Short update today. It's been a crazy week of exams and projects, so I haven't exactly found the time to sit down and blog.

I'm leaving for Austin, TX tomorrow to party hard at Allie and Emily's place. Then I'm off to San Antonio to see my grandmother. I promise I'll have more pictures in a future post...for now, enjoy these two.

I love to study! I decided to express my feelings by doodling on my Communication Disorders notes. Pretty, right?


I finally finished the art I've been meaning to hang on my wall for over a month. This picture is a little dark, but you can suck it.


I'll post again next week. Sit tight! Laters for now!

My Fickle Friend

Michael Scott: Yes. It is true. I, Michael Scott, am signing up with an online dating service. Thousands of people have done it, and I am going to do it. I need a username, and... I have a great one. "Little Kid Lover". That way people will know exactly where my priorities are at.

-The Office

Gas prices went down to $2.27, I just purchased The Office Season 2 DVD, I've finally gotten used to my schedule of classes, and I went to the rec four times this week. Yeah -- life is good.

Nothing really new. My parents were in town last weekend. They stopped by my apartment because, once again, my mom underminded my ability to do something really mundane. This time it was hanging curtains in my living room. Evidentally a 20 year old and his 22 year old roomate are unable to do that, so my mother insisted that my dad do it. I mentioned re-doing my living room on a previous post. I'm happy to say that it's done! (with the exception of some artwork I made to hang on the wall) And it's pretty gay. So gay, in fact, that I could be hired as one of the guys on Queer Eye. But I'd probably pass if they ever offered that position.

It's been weeks, but I haven't posted some pictures from a trip to Austin I took before school started. I stayed three nights with Allie and Emily -- official Austin party animals. We basically drank and watched movies. Oh! We also took a tubing trip on the Comal, but I didn't bring my camera for obvious reasons. It was a good trip, as usual, and I'll be back this fall/winter.

I'm really digging The Office DVD and these delectable sugar cookies from Kroger, so I'm going to go enjoy myself. It's Saturday. Sorry this post was really lame. Enjoy the pics!

Before


After...and very gay.



Austin...getting the party started. Who loves cheap liquor!?


Emily: if you ever apply for a professional job, remind me to take down this picture. (ps: Allie's is funny)


At a delicious mexican restaurant.


The third night in Austin. Andrew was quite drunk.


Evan and Emily....Josh and Allie. Evan threw the party, and the jello shots were yummy.


Being cool.


Allie enjoys dangling objects in front of me to play with. That didn't sound right.



Always the jokester. Did I spell that right?


Getting butt-raped is fun!


Last weekend -- Plano...Mi Cocina. My mom had one too many Mambo Taxi Margaritas and started laughing extremely loud. Sometimes she gets drunk and hits me.


Laura bought Riley a t-shirt that says "Rock Star". He doesn't like it and remains motionless whenever she puts it on him. I really want to know what he'd say if he could speak.


Laura took us to where she works (when it was closed) as a Speech-Language Pathologist. This is one of the therapy rooms. She says that the children with autism love deep-pressure stimulation and she'll roll over them with this giant orange ball. Here's and example:


I'm a pretty dolphin.


At the new Fireside Pies. Laura is obsessed with her new bling that she added to her phone.


Legacy shopping center...and my terrible haircut.


Stoplight


Riley!


Meeting some Dallas relatives for lunch.


Laters for now!

Tuna Salad and an Apple

Dwayne Hoover: "You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work. Fuck that. You do what you love, and fuck the rest."

-Little Miss Sunshine

I have a three day weekend and absolutely nothing planned to do. I'm not quite sure if I should feel joyful or bummed out. My feet feel numb because my floor has been vibrating from my lower neighbors endless blasting bass. It's rap. I can tell from the beat. I kind of hate it but, then again, I'm seat-dancing as I type this. I could probably lie down on the floor and get back massage like the ones you get at the mall in BrookeStone. Nobody goes to BrookeStone to buy anything. They're all just there to test out the massage chairs. Anyway, I'm also half-watching that piece of shit show Laguna Beach and just realized how pathetic my day is going. Even my lunch was pathetic: tuna salad and an apple. Now I'm eating left over chocolate covered raisins. What a perfect time to blog.

If you're a radio-tv-film student at UNT, I feel sorry for you. I'm not being silly when I say that you practically have to kill people and/or compete in American Gladiator-type battles to get a spot in the classes. My gladiator nickname should be Patrick "Bulldozer" Lenard because after thinking I had no chance to get into a class I badly needed, I did. I feel like I owe the head of the department a hand job or money or something. He pulled some strings to get me into that class and I couldn't be more thrilled. Right away, we're supposed to start making our first short film with a partner. 3-5 minutes, no dialogue. Our pitches are due Tuesday and I've yet to have a moment of epiphany. I want to make something simple but effective. Funny. Trying to make a dramatic film as a student I'm sure will turn out cringe-worthy and pretentious. Anwyay, here are some things I've written down as ideas (suggestions are welcomed):

The Narcissist: A single man who feels unfulfilled in the love department notices a mystery person and exchanges flirtatious glances back and forth. We find out in the end that he's looking at himself in a mirror. Whoopdee doo.

Prententious Film School Glasses: (Title taken from a previous blog) A mockumentary type movie that is more or less a dedication to all the pretentious and emo assholes in my film classes. It's basically a film about making a film but everything goes wrong for the struggling artist. I thought it was funny, but it might be hard to sell to my film partner.

Backwards Movie: Inspired by short films we made in a photography class in High School. People doing things like swimming, eating, running...but the movie is played in reverse. Completely unoriginal and without narrative, so this one might not work.

Wow, just reading those makes me want to vomit. I'm so full of shit! But I guess it's good to know that most film students are. I feel like Claire Fisher in art school on Six Feet Under. Life really is one big fucking beauty contest. Well, I've lost just about all my motivation to write by now...so enjoy my pictures from San Antonio.

Shana and Bobby at Galaxy for some hookah. That shit was too strong though. PS: Thanks, Bobby for my audio blog.



I absolutely hate the way I look in this photo, but Brittany loves it. I look like I gained 20 pounds and remnants of a farmers tan are visible. Pretty! Check out Brittany's new do! "What a fun...what a fun cut!"


Drove to Gruene, TX with Kimberly, Sarah, and Scott. It was hotter than a bitch that day too.


At the Gruene General Store


Monster Tree. Sarah pointed it out. I think somebody made it.


Sam's Burger Joint for Swing Night with Kimberly and friends. Kimberly was really upset that I wouldn't dance with her and continued to pull on my arm like a child. I'm sorry, but I don't swing dance. I get crunk.


This picture is for Mary Shanks.


Bored


Love it.


Brittany and I made a special trip to the post office so she could mail her 11 inches of hair to Locks of Love. What a sweetheart.


HAHAHAHAHAHA!



The gang at Chili's! Brittany wanted to bone the server.


Alex does this thing where I'll be talking to him, and he pulls out his phone to text other people. I'm surprised I haven't slapped him...because everyone knows I will slap a bitch. As Stephanie Tanner says, "How rude!"


It just took me like 2 minutes to post this one picture because I was laughing so hard.


Sometimes I think that dogs make faces eerily similar to human expressions.


Missing Mary