lets go drink

i didn't drink a beer yesterday, and went to bed before 1. it was awesome.
but anyway...this new beastie boys album is pretty enjoyable. Except for the last 3 tracks, which blow, and therefore are less enjoyable.
In agreeance with Elliott...Dodgeball is hilarious. I dont think it's particularly written well, but the jokes are pretty much non-stop, so there is no time for the plot to do anything but takes us to the jokes, which makes it "perfect" in respect to what it was trying to do. I can not get enough of Ben Stiller's oddball characters like this. I think this particular one is funnier than my favorites...his characters in HeavyWeights and Happy Gilmore. Also his wife looks particularly good in this movie. Vince Vaughn doesn't bring anything to the table, playing the likable cool guy, pretty straight. But whatev, alot of other people bring there A game. it's funny.
I hear Anchorman is funnier. joy.
they've dubbed this emerging group of comedic actors the "frat pack," interesting....
Ill be taking my little cousins to see spiderman 2 this wednesday, and im sure ill be blown away. movies are cool.

Have I ever told you about how ridiculously sentimental i am? Well...i am.
As we removed the last few boxes from my old house on 1954 Heights, i carried with me 7 boxes (!) of 'keepsakes' which include several scraps of paper, movie tickets, half sucked on candy, large dead beetles (yes, more than one), and ofcourse...one of those little bitty crackers they hand out for communion at church, as well as a shit load of other shit (which prolly includes some sort of being's shit)...that means nothing to anyone but me. Fantastic.

proud new owner

so i went out and spent like 80 dollars on various media, for myself......for my birthday.....at best buy. I bought: peter pan, the orginal texas chain saw massacre, SUPER MARIO BROTHERS, as well as the new Machine head album....i forget what its called, and the new beastie boys. This is added to the newer Andrew WK album, and club dread.
However.....another that has been mysteriously added to the pile of super shit, is the movie 21 grams. I have yet to see this movie, but ive heard alot of great things. As well a scene that apparently is very similar to a scene I filmed for a student project in high school, or so daren says.
But anyway.....it was sent to me in the mail, in a purple package, and without any product plastic wrap on the dvd itself. I expected something else inside the package, but sadly there was nothing.
the weirdest thing of all is that the name of the sender is "Hunter S. Thompson"
yeah....so thats fuckin' weird. Ofcourse....this particular H.S. Thompson claims to live in cypress,tx.

so i got to thinking....why has someone sent me this dvd, for no reason at all. And why are they using the name "Hunter S. Thompson", and not just "Hunter Thompson?"
The ONLY explanation is that Hunter S. Thompson is actually my real dad....and he raped my mother and she never told anyone. And now that im 21, he feels guilty.......and because he is Hunter S. Thompson, he decided the only way to redeem himself, was to send me a movie about the most fucked up love triangle on film.
if this is true, i accept....no hard feelings.
if its someone i know, this is a really funny joke to pull on me.

Brilliant!

so should i write this person back, or drive to their house? or just blow it off, and watch the movie a couple of times.?
meh

death o the party

i wish i could sum up my birthday in one word. I wish "drunk" would work...but it wont. Also it would help cause i drank myself utterly retarded, and at the moment (2 days later or so) it's a strain to write this.
I was drunk for 24 hours, and then i decided to cap it off with a trip to 6th street, which led to the drunkest ive ever been....which happened to be in public.
i dont really remember anything after my 5th shot i think....aside from landing on my face really hard a couple of times.
apparently i pissed myself....due to more than one reason....
I woke up with several various pains all over my body....and i was missing my shirt....but was actually in my own bed....which said to me "this isn't jail, im okay"
so i survived.
i only vomited the whole day one time....and it was before we went out, of my own volition.
Other people do that kind of drinking on a normal basis....but this was all really scary to my virgin mind. But I guess...i never have/get to drink that much again....which i really don't mind.
thanks to everyone who came and watched me at my most self-destructive. and thanks to those who carried my lifeless body on the stairs, despite dropping me on either my jaw or nose or chin or head in general.....
it reminds that even after death, people still care about you, and want your dead body to be placed someplace decent.

oh and thanks for the presents, especially the PRINCE experience.

i haven't cleaned my room since turning 21....and aside from the huge mess, and the Prince "poster", are these little tiny bugs all over the place, because ive had my window open for like 3 days, and they seem to have found shelter.i must kill them.

all ive got is insane

this is last day before i turn 21. Im hoping that tomorrow people aren't finding me passed out in the bathroom of a bar downtown singing throaty versions of nancy sinatra songs or something, in my own vomit, but hey...if it happens, ill be there. The only time i really ever came close to that was after shooting a bunch of schnapps and then one delicious shot of everclear, which left me sweaty and hallucinagenic with my head on a toilet seat in my dorm's community bathroom. you remember, you were there. i cant imagine getting that drunk in public, but i suppose thats what im to do. meh
im also relapsing into some slipknot right now, so maybe ill get wasted and beat the shit out of someone? or vice versa, which would be cool too, unless i lose teeth.

but on a serious note, i guess this is the last day of true youth. although i feel like im still 14, today.

since your body supposedly replaces every cell in your body every 7 years, tomorrow will be my 4th self...we will see how much this body can put up with because i imagine the next 7 years being the most stressful. Finding your place in the world's workplace, i imagine to be quite shitty.
but anyways...can't think about shit like that....just enjoy everyday right?


everyone should go out and rent 'club dread' immediately

you are all fucked and overrated, i think im going to be sick and it's your fault.