Alice.

Taking It Easy.

I'm not gonna give you the run down of what happened this long holiday vacation. Frankly it's kind of personal, and I kinda need the stories as conversation starters.

Suddenly everyone has a blog.

???

I'm not complaining, I'm just sayin'.

But this is mine. So let's get back to it.

Class starts back up tomorrow. Lucky me, I booked an 8 AM class. -_-

Good thing it's drawing 'cuz I'm not sure how I would manage. 

But besides getting up early for class, I have to get up early to take the 5 inches of snow off my car and put some gas in it. 

Boom. 

Next problem. 

I have the sickness.

The kissing disease.

My tonsils are huge. I have a temperature. My breathe stinks. I'm tired. I sound like Biggie.

Next.

I saw Notorious online. 

No. I didn't pay. Heard through the grapevine it was wack.

It was... Okay.

Too cute for me. 

Charli wasn't even in the damn thing. Didn't even mention her. I mean c'mon. You want me to pay ten and change and you're not gonna tell it all!?

I'm good.

Nyq. If you're reading this, I'm sorry I didn't take you. I got chu still.

I'm a minimalist. So this is pushing it. I'm Done.

"Do I look New York with my leather jacket on?"

Probably not. 

I'm not good at blending in. No music. No downloads. No time. 

Just pictures.

By the way. The radio out here is crazed. Last night they were spinning a good half hour of nothing but Jay-Z, 

and not like Big Pimpin' and Jockin' Jay-Z, 

but like Ignorant Shit, Guns & Roses, and Hovi Baby. 

It was good.

And while I was in the city I saw Gran Tourino.

Best movie I've seen in the movie theater.

Well. That I can remember.

(///_-)

Lost In Translation.

I have been absent. I've reached an abnormal plateau of neutrality. I have nothing to show you. I have nothing to say. I'm not sorry.

I, I, I, I, and I. 

"I don't get bitter. I just get better."

Bye.

By the way. Lost In Translation is worth watching. Loved it.

Next Up.

This is not a depressing post.
I'm not going to share my feelings.

Because.


I don't give a fuck.

Pardon my French.

I watched two movies recently.
That Daddy Yankee movie (courtesy of the salon I go to)
&
No Country For Old Men (clap it up for Netflix).
One was corny, the other was the total opposite.
Guess.
No Country For Old Men was great. Grrreat.
The way it was shot was incredible, but there was one thing I couldn't stop thinking about.
The antagonist didn't scare me.
At all.
And at some points... I didn't think he was all that crazy.
I've never found any Villain to be intensely insane or horrifying to the highest extent...
So.
Daddy Yankee.
He's cute. The movie was dumb. Life goes on.


College sucks major balls. It's boring. Some people are great, others are a little on the slow side. But. Hey. It's Community College.
What can I expect.
Not much.
But what I receive...
a GPA of 3.4
Eh.
I'll try harder? Nah.


If it's broken don't fix it. But. I'm broke. And I need fixing.

I asked for suggestions and I got two.
One I will write about/state.
I love V. Guerrero.

And the other. For the sake of material or lack there of,
I don't think I can elaborate on it.
The topic suggested was Gay Llamas & Cheetos.

-_-


Complimentary parting gifts.

1. All or Nothing by The Foreign Exchange
2. Nothing Like It by Beanie Sigel

P.S. You're still on a pedestal.