Well I've read like fifty pages of in-depth analysis at this point, but the whole viewing experience still seems like a sort of gigantic blinding wet dream. Totally unreal.


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OH SWEET LORD THE ORANGE BOWL STARTS IN LIKE FORTY-FIVE MINUTES

I'm about to cream my boxers just thinking what an awesome match-up this is. I'm giddy with anticipation. I'm squealing like a hog with a trough full of corncobs and Maker's Mark.

I saw The Life Aquatic again, I couldn't resist. I'm going back on what I said previously - I think it's ( Read more... )

Why isn't the Phoenix-San Antonio game on TV tonight??? Everybody who follows basketball wants to see that game! Everybody! What the hell?

I saw The Aviator last night, and The Life Aquatic the night before, and The Aviator gets an A, while The Life Aquatic gets a B+/A-. I didn't like it as much as Rushmore or The Royal Tenenbaums but it was ( Read more... )

OH SHIT my parents got me an iPod for Christmas

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(merry christmas)

(Go Heat)

So I got a 3.675 and am officially off of scholarship probation. Hell yes. I rule.Although I think it's kind of sad that I can skip pretty much every single lecture and every single assigned reading for my American Studies class and still get an A. Behold, my bullshitting skills continue to be more useful to me than any other single thing I learned ( Read more... )

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I just had a strange, wonderful, pretty, quiet dream about family and fortune-tellers and football and love and miniature crystal balls and maybe you were there. And I feel so good now, even as I emerge from my warm, sleepy dream-state and into the dim winter afternoon and whatever Sunday, December the fifth has in store for me. I know this feeling ( Read more... )

Say it ain't so.

I told myself I wouldn't drink or smoke tonight, but. Come on. I woke from a makeout dream at two in the afternoon and watched football for hours. Walked down 30th to Troy at nine. We stole a couple tokes by the window and ten minutes later found ourselves in a dim red apartment hidden downtown. Watched Godzilla on TV. I fell in love with a Persian ( Read more... )

And so I ended up drunk, high and dead. Sitting on the couch watching Desperado, melting surrealistically like a Dali pocketwatch. Ambulance wails by, voices bleed out of the slow sky. But nothing so poetic. Just a particular dark-haired boy with no particular drink in his hand. Just fucked up. Just some bloody sunscreaming gold street in a ( Read more... )