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!

Hurry Up And Wait

Richie Tenenbaum: I'm going to kill myself tomorrow.

-The Royal Tenenbaums

I love the way Friday feels. On no other day of the week would I come home and start cleaning my apartment. On no other day of the week would I want to blog just because. And on no other day of the week would I actually not consider stabbing a pencil into my eye during class. I love the way Friday feels.

I'm really digging my Production class for Radio-TV-Film. In the first section we had to make a film for a project, and in the television section (which I'm currently in) we had to write and direct our own public service announcement or commercial. I thought a lot about it, weighed my options, thought about serious issues that affect society and came up with a really substantial idea: public farting. Oh yes -- while the other classmates did PSA's on drinking enough water, voting in the elections, and the dangers of smoking, I did mine on ripping ass. I designed a product and wrote a minute-long commercial that I have to say was very funny. I better get some fucking points for creativity. I rule.

I get to go home next weekend for a Halloween party, but I'm most excited to see miss Mary Shanks! I missed that girl while she was in Georgia and it'll be great to hang out with her and Britt again.


I finally decided on what I was going to be for Halloween. First it was Napoleon Dynamite, then it was Dwight Schrute from The Office, and then it was Jack Twist from Brokeback Mountain (but I realized I needed a partner for it to be funny). What I decided is even better: a contestant from Legends of the Hidden Temple! Remember that show from Nickelodeon!? I ordered a t-shirt from the show online, and am buying a helmet and pads. I'm going to be a Green Monkey!


I've been renting a shit load of movies recently and here's a handful that you should see:

Hable Con Ella (Talk to Her). I'm doing a research project on the director of this film for my Spanish class and decided to rent a few of his films. It's a movie about two men who meet in a hospital and develop a friendship when both of their girlfriends are in a coma. So good.


Hard Candy. I had been wanting to see this in theaters, but never found an opportunity. A technically perfect movie, it's about a 30-something year old man who meets a mature 14 year old girl on the internet. He takes her to his house and some unpredictable (and fucking grisly) events take place.


Imaginary Heroes. A movie about a family that unravels after a tragic event. Along the lines of American Beauty and Moonlight Mile, but not as good. Still a great movie though.


Sorry, Haters. An indie flick about a taxi driver in NYC whose life changes when a mysterious woman gets in his cab. Also has some politica undertones of post-911 America. Robin Write Penn is easily one of the best actresss working today, and her performance in this movie is fucking incredible. I want to make out with her.


A couple of movies I can't wait to see:

Marie Antoinette


Little Children (the trailer is crazy-good and it even won an award! view it here: http://www.apple.com/trailers/newline/littlechildren/)


I promise I'll have some good pictures from the Halloween party. Laters for now!

But I Digress...

Frank: We have the same bone structure.
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!