Sunday, June 15, 2008

The Happening Didn't

Brit and mom and I went to go see The Happening. The only good part of the movie was when the name Ivan Dumas appeared in the end credits and Brittany and I simultaneously pointed and yelled "Ivan Dumbass!" I laughed harder than I have in months.

I've gotten into Six Feet Under and am on the second season now. All of the acting is SO GOOD. Have also been reading a little and going to the gym a lot. Brit joined mum and pops and me on The Boat yesterday. It was good old fashion Fun Times, plus sunburn. Did I mention that my dad bought a 32 foot boat last year? Ah, to be retired.

This is my last night home. I leave tomorrow at 3 for Seattle. THIS IS MY EXCITED FACE.

P.S. Happy Father's Day!

Growing old just takes practice.

Thursday, June 05, 2008

Do You Have Stairs In Your House?

My grandmother is affectionately known by her beloved spawn as "The Pusher," so styled for her propensity to push food on you day and night and when it's overcast and darling why don't you have a fruit bowl and surely some dessert and I got those Goldfish just for you! If you don't keep a close eye on her, she'll just start making you more food, will you nill you. I have always more or less fit the stereotype that boys are bottomless pits when it comes to food and have never minded that being said of me or saying that of myself. I tell you today friends, I mind it. It has become, in my Ah-Mom's presence, not only tiresome, but borderline offensive. I dare not compare presuppositions on my appetite to the racist, sexist, and other categorical opinions held against groups of people, but I am, for the first time, finding judgments made against my sex and age, and finding them none too shiny. I don't want a damned piece of pie. I just had a fucking huge dinner and I'm god damned full! I don't want to hear about how a boy like me is aaaaalways hungry! I'll tell you when I'm fucking hungry. And I can feed myself for christ's sake!

I got sunburned today. It reminds me of the speech tournament in Salt Lake City where I was irradiated from head to toe and then had to walk all over town in a wool suit. Each step was like a fresh pot of scalding coffee in the lap. And the shoulders. And the back, arms, legs, stomach, and neck. And when I smiled, the face.



The Latest, and so forth

Posting has been sparse. Sue me. What have I been up to? Well, I *did* mention I am gradumatated, didn't I? I've been putting around home for a month or so, reading and watching various media.

Right now mom and I are visiting her mother in Charlotte (my favorite aunt, Linda, just walked in and we're about to head to the Olive Garden) for a family-related thingy thing.

I read Chuck Palahniuk's new "Snuff" today. I didn't care for it as well as "Rant". I'm leaving for Seattle on the 16th. We're in Seattle until the 20th, then we fly to New York, then train to Boston on the 24th, then fly to LA on the 27th, and then it's around the world. I am so freaking excited. THIS IS MY EXCITED FACE!

I'm writing this from the cool new Blogger Google gadget, so I may do more postings soon.

P.S., Yes, I know book titles should be italicized, no put in quotes, but the gadget is somewhat lacking in formatting features. SUE ME TWICE!

P.P.S., And I'd have liked to boldify that last bit, but ya know, WHAT CAN YOU DO?!