The Dust From Our Eyes

Cristina Peck: My little girl died with red shoelaces on. She hated red shoelaces. And she kept asking me to get her some blue ones. And I never got her the blue ones. She was wearing those fucking red shoelaces when she was killed!

-21 Grams

I've had a lame-fuck week and I don't really feel like typing. I'm in a bad mood for no particular reason. I just watched 21 Grams and that sure as hell doesn't put anybody in a cheerful mood. Naomi Watts made me shit my pants the first time I saw that movie. She's really good.

I wrote down three words in my planner this week to remind myself what to blog about. "Lost", "Movies", "Spanish". Again, I don't really feel like typing much so I'll sum up in one run-on sentence: I had to drive to Grapevine to see a movie that wasn't playing in Denton and I got lost and ended up at the DFW airport and called my mom thinking that she could somehow guide me back through google map and I almost had a panic attack, I saw 4 movies this week, and my spanish teacher probably thinks I'm a lousy student. The end.

Like I said, I saw four movies this week --

Stranger Than Fiction was a dissapointment. It was a unique story, sure...but I was waiting for something spectacular to happen and it never did. I hated the ending and those people who are talking Oscar-buzz for Will Ferrell only because he played a normal guy should shut the fuck up because anybody could have played that role -- and probably better. It's one of those movies that everyone loves except me, so you don't have to take my word for it. Worth a rent, I'd say.


Running With Scissors was pretty bad. The book is my favorite book of all time. Disturbing, funny, sad, honest, all that good stuff. The movie was one of the worst executed I've seen all year. The director tried way too hard and I was going to barf if I had to sit through another music montage featuring a popular song from the 70s. They also ruined it by making Augusten older. Evan Rachel Woods was the best thing about this movie. (even though she's thin and her character in the book is fat)


The Departed was excellent. It was a bit long and I dozed off for a few moments, but it totally delivered. A great, great movie.


Babel was not only the best movie I saw this week, but one of the best I've ever seen. I'm a big fan of 21 Grams and Amores Perros and Babel is the last of Iñarritu's (the director) trilogy. All three films are similar in that they revolve around one incident and how it connects completely different people. Everyone's talking Oscar-buzz about Brad Pitt. He was surprisingly good, but I thought the film was stolen by the actress who plays Chieko, a sexually frustrated deaf-mute Japanese schoolgirl. So great. Go see this movie!!!!





Here are a few pictures from this weekend when my parents came to visit:

Laura had gallbladder surgery last week and was recovering. "I lost my gallbladder but I got bangs!" -- Laura, after getting her hair done.


Kevin got stuck helping my dad fix this light. I hate doing house-projects with my dad.


Right after this was taken Riley attacked my mother's face. jk.


Laura's first margarita without a gallbladder.


Legacy put up their X-mas lights.


My mom took this picture.


I finally went to the doctor because I was sick. Turned out I had bronchitis and a minor middle-ear infection. Fun! These were all the meds I were on. That cough syrup was like ecstacy.


He just looked cute.


Kimberly was lame and had to stay in College Station to study. Loser!


Home Depot! YAY!


Posing in Home Depot's "Christmas Wonderland" display.


Laters for now.

Skeletons

Ernesto Guevara de la Serna: What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two; melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land.

- The Motorcycle Diaries

I woke up at 2am this morning thinking that it was time to go to class. I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when I realized that no light was emenating from behind my closed blinds. I woke up again at 3:30am, 5am, and then 8:15am...which was fifteen minutes after my first class today. Sometime in the middle of the night I must have turned off my alarm. I'm such an idiot. I think it's because I'm sick. I was talking to my mom on the phone the other day and was telling her that I haven' t been sick since high school, and suddenly the next day I wake up sick. Now I know why people knock on wood.

Since I missed my first class and my next one isn't until noon, I've been spending all morning blogging, watching "True Life: I have OCD", and coughing up a storm. I think I may have found a cure for my sore throat...Mike and Ikes and ice water. I can't eat these all day so it looks like I'll end up in a doctor's office. Fuck.

I would just like to brag for a second and let you all know that I made my first 100 on a college exam. It was a bitch of an exam too. Highest grade in the class, suckers. I rule.

This past week, I've been obsessed with listening to Sufjan Stevens. If you haven't heard of him, check him out. Any artist that plans on making an album for each of the 50 states is a hero of mine. He makes for great driving music. Listen to these songs:
"The Predatory Wasp of the Mali"
"The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts"
"Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois"
"To Be Alone With You"
"The Dress Looks Nice On You"


I'm off to go pack for the weekend. The parents are in town visiting Laura and Kevin and I guess I'll stay the weekend at their place as well. Mom's gonna give me shit for not going to a doctor. Ugh. Enjoy the few pictures I have:

Fuck you.


Water Tower from my car in McKinney, Texas. They have the best sunsets.


My interpretation of the many self-indulgent Myspace default pictures taken by millions of pre-teens in America. And yes, that's a Dummy movie poster in my bathroom. Great movie.


Moon. This is really amateurish, but suck it.


Mi Cocina last weekend.


My profile doesn't really look like that, does it?


Laters for now!

Taste

Mitzi Dalton-Huntley: Been running? It's bad for the knees.
Nate: Everything's bad for something.

-Six Feet Under

I saw my breathe for the first time this semester and it was spectacular. I fucking love cold weather. Maybe it's because I equate hot weather with chronic, dreadful sunburns, but there's nothing like walking on campus in 45 degree temperature while listening to some Sigur Rós. I live for shit like that.

I went home last weekend to celebrate Halloween. The friends and I hit up some parties, and my costume was a so-so success. While most people thought I was Tony Hawk, the cool people knew right away that I was a green monkey from Legends of the Hidden Temple. I swear, if somebody asked me if I was a motorcycle man one more time I was going to spit in their face. Ignorance, I say! I can't believe Legends didn't win an Emmy...straight up. Do they even have Emmy's for game shows?

This week wasn't much fun. Four exams -- all of which I waited until the last day to study for. I found myself spending more time playing with my...editing software. Nah, you thought! I purchased this video card to install in my CPU months ago, and have spent countless hours on my bedroom floor trying to fit it into the stupid slot. I gave up and brought it home to SA this weekend and my dad inserted the card in about 5 seconds. Bastard. I must've loosened it for him. Wait, that doesn't make sense. So instead of studying this week I've been working on taking all the footage I had from last Christmas break and making a fake trailer out of it. It's basically just Brittany, Mary and I farting around their aparment and somehow I'm trying to make it look like a movie that's coming out.

My mom seemse to be more and more curious about the film/video thing. My parents have their doubts about my major, but I probably would too if I were them. Moving to Los Angeles and having a career in entertainment is not anything they're familiar with and, frankly, is something that a lot of people roll their eyes at. But I say "suck my dick" because I'm dead-fucking serious about it. My mother keeps asking what kind of movies I'm going to make. As much as I'd like to say "movies with no language, and a happy ending", I really can't. I want to make movies that challenge people; movies that are provocative, visceral, tragic, bold, irreverent.

I'm off to go not work on my Communication Disorders paper and try to finish editing my trailer. Here are a bunch of pictures from the last couple of weeks:

Laura and Kevin walking to Mi Cocina.


Laura and me on the patio. It was freezing and my nipples were hard. TMI?


One of the better pictures I've taken with my new camera. I'm asking for my old one back at X-mas...it was much better.


Light the Night walk to support research for blood cancer. Good times! .





My amazing costume! "Olmec, lower your gate!"...bitch.


Everyone knew what Alex was: A guy that wears a trash can lid on his back and blue pieces of fabric.


Brittany was a sexy corrections officer. She enjoyed probing me.


*whistles*


Mary! God, I missed her. She was Tarzan gone wrong.


Popeye mouth


Hot Shit


My lips aren't red because of the punch, but because I was making out with some hot old lady in the bathroom.


Group photo...(clockwise) Sexy Pilot, Nurse, Green Monkey, Tarzan gone wrong, soccer player, corrections officer, Usher, and sixties-girl.


Denny's at 3am...fun!



Outside Laura and Kevin's new home! That's right...homeowners, bitch!


It's a huge bitch!




Laters for now!