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The Bride: Wiggle your big toe.

- Kill Bill

Ah, Mondays. Everyone says Monday is the worst day of the week. Not for me. I particularly hate Wednesdays. Today is pretty dreadful though since it's the Monday after spring break. I can't say that I had a great spring break because then I'd be lying. Not only was it the shortest feeling break ever but my mother managed to turn it into "Dr. appointments week". I feel discouraged and jealous when I look at everyone's cruise or beach pictures on facebook. God, I'm such a defeatist.

A few unfortunate things occured over the break. I guess the one that stands out the most is the phone call I receieved from the Conan O'Brien ticket office in New York informing me that the show I had booked tickets for is now cancelled. Just my luck. Something like that would happen to me. My calorie intake over the week was not something I'm proud of and would probably disgust even Kirstie Alley. I'm determined to get back in the gym and start running off all the rubbish I've consumed and even made sure to buy healthier groceries today. But as I'm ferociously shoveling handfuls of reduced fat Cheez-Its into my mouth, I'm feeling as though I'm missing the point of healthy eating.

Before spring break I made an impulsive decision to buzz my head. I just woke up and said, "Fuck it. I don't want hair." And I didn't seven hours later. It's pretty liberating not having to do or even look at your hair everyday. Also over spring break I got new frames for my glasses so I look a little different. Mom and Dad aren't too thrilled with my new look. Mom thinks I'm trying to emulate the other film students by looking trendy. Apparently I'm not allowed to change anything in my life without an explanation. My dad thinks my glasses are nerdy and asked me if they "came with a pocket protector" to which I responded, "No they don't. But do your glasses come with a medicare plan and viagra?" He didn't laugh. I did.

Here are the pictures from spring break:

Trendy film student


I love taking pictures of my parents looking miserable.



Kim, Sarah and me at La Fogata


Party at Alex's boyfriend, George's house!


Boxhead is a fun game.


Party at Mary's place.


Kimberly's cat, Moses. He's the shit. Although I still like Riley better.


Chili's with friends



Starbucks with Alex on my last night in SA. I like making up fake names when they ask what to write on the coffee cup. This time I was "Don".


Thank god for Allie and Emily. They saved my spring break from being utter hell by throwing a party in Austin! "Cheers to Patrick's new hair!" This is at like 1pm. We don't waste any time getting started.


We went shopping for the party. Emily bought the beer, and Allie bought the food. When we were in line, the cashier asked for all three of our IDs since we were with Emily. Well Allie and I are underage and they had to take the beer back! "What if we sat in the car?", I asked. "I already saw you", the cashier responds. Bitch.


Buuut we got the beer at another store.


All this plus a huge cooler of Sex Panther punch. It was all gone before the night was over.


Boxheads


After dinner at El Rancho. Deliciousness.


Allie asked me to make signs to post around the house for the party. This is the sign for the Sex Panther punch. Do you like my drawing?


Party People






Laters for now!

Spring Fever

Bo: There's a monster outside my room. Can I have a glass of water?

-Signs

This weekend I was one of the many people who made the movie 300 into the blockbuster it's now become. What was it? $70 million in one weekend or something? Ridic. Whenever a big movie comes out, the film students in my classes always end up talking about it so I saw 300 in order to participate in the conversations come Monday. My theater ended up being a big circle jerk of frat guys, gore hounds, and fanboys -- all practically drooling over every second of the movie. While I will admit that the movie is particularly cool looking, that was about all it had going for it. If I had to sit through another minute of slow motion shots or actors screaming every one of his lines, I was going to blow chunks in the aisle. This movie is terribly self-indulgent. "Hey everyone, look how cool it looks when we make this naked chick dance in slow motion for five minutes. Give us money!" As expected I showed up to class this week where every film buff who saw it was jerking off to the thought of the movie and insisting that our professors see it. I am sick. But apparently I'm the only one who found this movie to be a pile of shit. Oh well.

Look at me! Look at me!


After apartment hunting for one-bedrooms last Friday, I found a great new place to live for the fall. Today I went and signed the lease. It's a bit further from campus than I'd like but I'll deal. Hooray for me. Now I have to wait five months to move in. Fuck me. (Below is a picture of their pool)


I've spent all week bummed out since UNT has decided this year to make our spring break different than EVERY other fucking school in Texas. All of my plans were basically shat on. But I am leaving for home in two days and I'm still excited for the most part. I'll still get to see Alex, Mary, and Brittany and will be visiting Austin to party which is always a good time. I'm sure I'll have more to post about when I get back from break.

I've spent all day in the library studying in their stifling study cubbies and writing "the person in the cubicle next to you is masturbating" on the wall. So I'm tired and am ending this post here. Enjoy these pictures from the last week or so.

HALLELUJAH! On my way to Laura and Kevin's house.


Our friend Barbara moved to Canada but came back sooner than expected so we met her for dinner!


Laura wanted me to post this for her myspace.


I met my new friend Jessica in spanish class. She makes me laugh. She also invited me to her birthday party. (She's wearing the red ribbon)




Do you want to be my friend?!


Laters for now!

Speaking in Clichés

Ruth: Why would God take someone's son? In the one moment in their whole lives they were not able to be with him? What kind of message is that?
Reverend: I don't think it's helpful to think of it as a message to you.
Ruth: Why'd it happen that way? Unless there really is no God.
Reverend: It's natural to be angry. But maybe it's best to view God as a light through this dark time as opposed to seeing him as the cause of it.
Ruth: God is an ASSHOLE!
Sarah: Yes, God is a huge asshole! And I fucking hate him for this.
- Six Feet Under

I completely forgot to mention the Oscar's on my last post. Here's a summary of what was great, and what was a let down:

Great:
- Ellen hosting. Who doesn't like Ellen? Seriously.
- Alan Arkin beating Eddie Murphy for best supporting actor. Were they seriously going to give an award to Eddie for playing himself?
- Pan's Labyrinth being the second biggest winner of the night
- Babel winning best score
- Will Ferrel, Jack Black, and John C. Riley's musical number.
- Those weird dancers that make shapes
- The out-singing battle between JHud and Beyonce.

Suck:
- Babel losing best picture (although The Departed was excellent)
- JHud winning best supporting actress. That category is now a joke. She needs a Grammy or Tony...not a fucking Oscar. Should've gone to Rinko Kikuchi.
- Celine Dion's horrible song
- Eddie Murphy leaving after he lost his award. Sore loser!
- Children of Men not winning shit. It deserved much more!


While on the topic of movies. Here are two you should see:

David Fincher's Zodiac was exactly what I thought it'd be -- and that's a good thing. You could teach a class on his movies. Fuck, you could teach a class on just one of his movies. The cast was great, the direction was great, it was scary, it was intense, it was interesting. It was a bit long, but if you're into the movie it's hardly noticeable. Just a perfect movie.





A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints is an indie film that I had read about months ago but never saw in theaters. I rented it this weekend and it was a complete surprise. It's a true story about Dito Montiel (Robert Downey Jr.) who goes home to Queens after a fifteen year absence to visit his ill father who he left on bad terms. His story is juxtaposed with adolescent memories of family, race, gender, sex, coming of age, violence, and wanting out. Shia Lebeouf (from Disney's Even Stevens) plays Dito as a teen and is seriously good. He's a terrific young actor. How do you go from Even Stevens to heavy indie shit? Props to him.





On a sidenote: I booked tickets to see Late Night with Conan O'Brien on April 27th! The trip to NYC itself is enough, but now I get to see my idol in person! On one of her shows, Ellen talked about how she has a life to-do list. If I had one, seeing a taping of Conan would be in the top ten. Suck it!


Laters for now!