I used to always believe that things will eventually work out, and whatever is supposed to be will be.
but I recently woke up to the real world and realized that isn't true. life doesn't always work out. as a matter of fact, life can be a shitty mess if you make the right mistakes.
I made all the right mistakes. and now I'm sitting in the middle of it.
In a recent interview, XXLmag.com asked rapper (and fountain of knowledge) DMX about the presidential race.
Are you following the presidential race? Not at all.
You’re not? You know there’s a Black guy running, Barack Obama and then there’s Hillary Clinton. His name is Barack?!
Barack Obama, yeah. Barack?!
Barack. What the fuck is a Barack?! Barack Obama. Where he from, Africa?
Yeah, his dad is from Kenya. Barack Obama?
Yeah. What the fuck?! That ain’t no fuckin’ name, yo. That ain’t that nigga’s name. You can’t be serious. Barack Obama. Get the fuck outta here.
You’re telling me you haven’t heard about him before. I ain’t really paying much attention.
I mean, it’s pretty big if a Black… Wow, Barack! The nigga’s name is Barack. Barack? Nigga named Barack Obama. What the fuck, man?! Is he serious? That ain’t his fuckin’ name. Imatell this nigga when I see him, “Stop that bullshit. Stop that bullshit” [laughs] “That ain’t your fuckin’ name.” Your momma ain’t name you no damn Barack.
Myself, Danny, and Aaron depart for AMC Forum 30 for Best Picture Nominee Movie Marathon, a 12-hour beast of a movie marathon. Unlimited Popcorn ftw.
11:02 A.M.
We weren't exactly punctual and we're pretty screwed seats-wise as a result. Third row. Oh well. Michael Clayton Time.
11:20 A.M.
The "free unlimited popcorn" factor has made it so this place is fucking noisy.
1:15 P.M.
Michael Clayton was great. Started off kinda slow but really came together at the end.
There Will Be Blood is next. Supposedly, this movie has something to do with milkshakes. Sounds delicious.
3:55 P.M.
Daniel Day-Lewis was great, as expected. Another movie ended with complete satisfaction. We're having trouble deciding if we should stay for Atonement or not. The plot synopsis (as stated on our fancy lanyards) is decidedly "boring".
4:18 P.M.
We stay.
4:31 P.M.
Was always curious as to what the audience response would be to the word CUNT being displayed across the entire screen. I now know.
5:03 P.M.
Danny catches a few z's. His loud, regular breathing isn't nearly as disconcerting as my female neighbor's pig-like attack at her popcorn bag.
6:20 P.M.
We all agree we're glad we stayed for Atonement. Aaron has the sniffles. Probably allergies.
6:36 P.M.
Juno is up next, so seeing as how we've all seen in, we decide to head over to BDubs. Expensive beer. Shitty waitress. Girls who have Jay Leno chins.
9:03 P.M.
No Country starts. First time for Aaron, 2nd for me, 3rd for Danny.
11:02 P.M.
It's over.
It's not every year you get to see each nominated movie, but seeing as how the five of us have, here are our Best Picture picks for the 2008 Oscars:
Danny - No Country For Old Men Runner Up: There Will Be Blood Aaron - There Will Be Blood Runner Up: No Country For Old Men Mike - No Country For Old Men Runner Up: Tie: Juno and There Will Be Blood
it's probably somewhat stupid to get all caught up in the oh-hey-it's-a-new-year-so-because-it's-been-365-days-i-should-change-some-shit business, but right now i feel incredibly motivated toward making some serious progress and changes in my ways.
tomorrow will see the start of a few of these changes/progressions.
higherpower-willing, i'll have them all taken care of by the end of the month. and all will be right in the world.
ps. 2008 is the future, pretty much. i'm no longer going to pine over the fact that there are no flying cars, because long ago i conceded to the fact that it's a bad fucking idea.
it was two months ago today that you died. i can honestly say i have never written a more surreal sentence. the text is as plain as can be, but the words don't make any sense at all, and probably never will.
i have yet to come to terms with a world where you aren't a phonecall (or hallway) away. that has been one of the harder aspects of the last eight weeks...i constantly forget that you're gone, and then i think of something that makes me remember. notice i said "forget that you're gone" and not "forget about you". the fact is, you died on a tuesday and by saturday you were buried. in less than one week the process of your funeral was over, and that is nowhere near enough time to let the reality of the situation sink in. so almost daily i'll be driving, or sitting on the computer late at night, or bored at work, and a random thought will pop into my head and my immediate reaction is to tell you about it. and then i remember i can't. in that moment it hits me almost as hard as when i first realized you were gone.
i don't like the fact that i'm part of a family of four now. nor am i looking forward to not sharing a birthday anymore. we always used to complain about the fact that, being twins, our presents were approximately half of what they'd normally be if we had singular birthdays. having to share a birthday is all ive ever known, and i imagine i'll spend a good portion of the day talking to you at resurrection. maybe i'll bring the cats.
there are times when it doesn't feel right that i am still here now that you are not. i always felt that we complimented each other perfectly; we happened to be twins but in no way were we identical. we each proudly reveled in our own particular identity, but at the same time managed to cast a similar shadow. i can't help but feel like half a person now, and i wonder if that'll ever stop.
i haven't been to your grave since the funeral. i feel pretty bad about this, as everyone else has, and probably multiple times, too. i intend to, when the time is just right. and i think i'm going to go alone.
i've never been a big believer in the afterlife, but i haven't been able to shake the feeling that somehow, someday, i'm going to see you again. i really hope there is a heaven, if just exclusively for the fact that you deserve a place like that. the last thing i said to you at the funeral home was not goodbye, but that i'll see you later. i don't plan on letting you down, brother.
have you ever been so goddamn frustrated and fed up with everything that it becomes impossible for you to scream and swear and yell, as those outlets of anger are just completely obsolete?
it's like the rage reaches an entirely new level, one where all of those facets of frustration can't even begin to be adequate.
well, that setence is a bit misleading. sleep had most definitely crossed my mind, and i did infact lay down for a small amount of time. just didn't feel like something i was interested while doing it. so, seeing as how i had to be here (read: work) on the "bright" and the fact that i hadn't even tried laying down until 5:45ish, i decided it was in my best interest to forget about the damn thing.
i feel a little delirious at this point. from what i understand, driving while sleep deprived replicates the same sort of experience as if you were intoxicated while behind the wheel. i had always thought this was some sort of bullshit pro-sleep propaganda, but my 9am drive would prove otherwise. it was a difficult task at times, which isn't to say i was belligerent, but my speedometer could've probably used a second pair of eyes.
i was going to use this entry to detail some of the more interesting things going on in my life but i think i've lost the drive for that. instead, i'll just place my simplified opinions on my currents tv show staples. enjoy.
-24: season started of pretty shaky but it is starting to pick up serious momentum. the lack of strong secondary characters (or, in certain intances, lack of anything for them to do i.e. chloe) along with weak sub-plots has been troublesome, but the last couple episodes have been high points.
-Lost: until i was subconciously coerced into watching the last few episodes, i had just about left this show for dead. unlike 24 where you could look at 5 great seasons and give them a break for slacking a bit at this ones start, lost seemed to magnify small issues ive always had with the show and turn them into fullout annoyances. i don't care what you say, this season started out bad. shallow episodes focused on a small smattering of characters all while the plot trudges along at a snails pace. you would watch an episode and say out loud, "did anything actually happen?" more often than not, no, or what had happened in the entire show could've been crammed into 1/4 an episode without losing anything important. many of my friends and myself were about ready to tell lost to take its never ending questions and non-answers to go fuck itself, but wouldn't you know it, the past couple weeks have been really solid, and we finally find a couple episodes that end with cliffhangers that are actual cliffhangers! no shit.
-Battlestar Galactica- i'm only in season two of this one, watching all of season one recently thanks to a movie store job and curiousity. since there is no new star trek on and stargate comes off as completely uninteresting to me, i'm not sure why i didn't check this out sooner to feed my insatiable science fiction addiction. but its good, and i mean really fucking good...good enough so people who normally hate the genre can appreciate it. because it transcends the label and is just a good damn show.
-Grey's Anatomy: i feel as if i have been emasculated to a large degree because not only do i frequent this show now, i very much enjoy it. dammit. maybe if i signed up for a ufc steel cage match it would counteract this.
-Scrubs: probably the loosest season yet, which isn't to say it is not entertaining. they've just been driving a lot more towards slapstick and absurdism, when the show works best when riding the fine line between complete wacky antics and somber dramatic turns. i still enjoy it, though not as much as when i first started binge watching it on dvd.
-Heroes: i watched the pilot when it first aired and its quite possible i was so underwhelmed that i let out an audible "meh". plot seems too messy while moving between too many characters. maybe a month ago i gave it a second chance after hearing all the non-stop praise, and now i'm totally hooked. claire is a babe and i want to be peter petrelli.
i think that's about it for now. thank you, livejournalworld for helping me through this interesting day of work.
multiple super bowls ago i found myself holed up in the basement of james reddick's house, with him, myself and some other dear friends watching the "biggun". anywho, during one of the many (ultimately disappointing) commercial breaks, we witnessed what coule be the funniest commerical we've ever, and will ever see.
of course, i'm talking about reebok's Terry Tate: Office Linebacker long form commerical.
some of you may be familiar with Terry, and even if so, going back and watching it after all this time is still a-maze-ing. and for all you who have yet to see it, you're in for a pretty special treat. enjoy!
ps. anyone else have favorite superbowl commercials?
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