Joan: No. You have your dad’s features.
Frank: Really?
Joan: mmhmm
Frank: Fuck it.
Joan: Frank!
Frank: I thought I had your bone structure.
Joan: No
Frank: You’re ugly.
Joan: Pickle, why would you say that?
Frank: Because I think it’s true.
Joan: I’m not though, sweetie.
- The Squid and the Whale
Nothing that spectacular has happened to me lately. (story of my life) School could be a lot worse, so I can't really complain about that. My partner and I screened our first film for our production class last week. We ended up filming my pitch, The Narcissist, and somehow I ended up starring in the lead role. We figured we'd rather have one of us act, rather than recruit an actor and have to work around three schedules. This was my pitch:
A seemingly endearing and common man awakes one morning to find gifts of affection (ie: love letter, roses, chocolates) from their significant other strewn about the house. Each gift leads to another and in the end the man meets their assumed lover with a kiss. What is then revealed to the audience is that the man is kissing himself in a mirror. We are then shown a series of flashbacks of the man setting up his own gifts for him to find the next day confirming that some people are only capable of loving themselves.
I felt like the idea was good, but our execution was a bit sloppy. We did the best with what he had, I guess. Did I mention how humiliating it is to have an entire class watch you makeout with yourself in a mirror for a good minute? I cared more about keeping my dignity rather than getting a good grade. Thankfully people laughed which is more than I could've asked for. Somebody even commented, "that was disturbing". That's good right?
Laura, Kevin, and our friend Barb all went to the Texas State Fair last night. Nothing says a good time like spending $40 on deep fried everything (including coca cola), cheap rides, and a haunted house I could've made in my apartment with cardboard and crayola markers. No, I always have a good time at the State Fair...no matter how much I get molested by drunk, sweaty people who smell like nacho cheese and fried nutter butters.
I visited Austin and San Antonio last weekend. I don't remember much from Friday night, but I think I had a good time judging from the pictures. My trip to SA was only a day long, and felt much shorter. I'm just happy I got away from Denton for another weekend.
I'm off to watch the OU/Texas game and pretend that I actually care about the outcome. Enjoy these pics!
Vag fest at El Rancho...the best green enchiladas in Austin.
Spicy Salsa!
We were so hungry, we almost resorted to cannibalism.
Setting up for the party. Sometimes Emily attacks people. Allie and I just watch.
Proud of the beer-filled fridge. Yuck, I hate beer.
Everclear + Lemonade = Patrick dancing...a lot.
Allie, Banisch, Jacque
Beer Pong. I just like to observe.
Look who made an appearance!
Look who else made an appearance! Alex drove there and back that night. What a tool.
A group of drunk people. I don't remember taking this.
This guy is crazy. Nobody knew him, but he walked in the girls' aparment and kept shouting, "I'm Joel the Lightning Bolt!"
The fam at our favorite restaurant, El Mirasol.
My grandmother is a party animal! She chugged this margarita, slammed it down on the table, and gave her best Gene Simmons impression.
Brittany will kill me for posting this, but it was just too good. We all know how pretty she is, so it doesn't really matter.
So gay.
Hanging out with my friends Jordan and Samantha.
Kevin, Laura, and Barbara at the state fair.
This car was pretty sweet, so we took a picture by it.
Corny Dogs are sent from Heaven. All 80 fat grams of them.
Neat
Do NOT ride this coaster. I thought I might die a few times.
Action shot
Laura in line for a ride that made me shit my pants last year.
Cotton Bowl
The cheap-ass haunted house. The best was the guy that so enthusiastically told Kevin and I before entering, "The guy in there will take your tickets, and I will take your soul."
Laters for now!
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