To Nap, or To Blog? I Choose Blog.

That's right. That's how committed I am to making this one of the most successful blogs...OF ALL TIME. Though not too committed, in case I still fail, and later need to retract my statement, claiming I always knew I was too cool for blogging, and thusly never really tried. But I digress...

Plus I really wanted to eat some hummus. And I can't really eat hummus while I nap. Which is simultaneously a huge shame and a blessing. Because how awesome would it be to never have to part from my one true love?? On the other hand, my waistline and my sense of decorum thank me, because how 1) fattening and 2) repulsive. Can you imagine someone eating in their sleep? Think of the smacking, the slurping, the burping! Oh, the horror, the horror! I would say I digress again, but I now realize I never had a point to this post to begin with, so it is impossible to stray from something you never had. Unless you count Tom Cruise going out of his mind. Because he did. And I doubt it was ever there anyways.

In any case, my roommate and I watched Footloose the other day. Mmmmmm. Kevin Bacon. I'm sad they're remaking it. It's too soon. And all those gratuitous dance scenes really speak to me, even though they are stylistically antiquated. (Do I sound smart now? Good, 'cause:)I'm, like, super bummed that Zac Efron dropped out of the remake!! Because I like, totally <3 him!!! ... And in conclusion, I'd like to say that dropping out of the remake was probably a wise career move, because, honestly? How many gratuitous dance scenes with Zac-y Poo... hmmhmm... Zac Efron does America need?? Well... probably a few more. You can bet on it (bet on it! Bet on it, bet on it!).

And now, to prove that I'm relevant and make you forget about the previous paragraph, I'd like to point out that as depressing as this sounds, I just don't see how the Israeli/Palestinian 2-State Solution will ever work. I may or may not (will not) expound upon my theories in a later post.

Seacrest out!

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like CHRIIIIIIIIISTMAAAAAAAAAAS

Okay... not really. It's 70 degrees here.

Damn you, Texas. In other recent news, I just sneezed on my arm. That wasn't the news I intended to share, but it just happened. In other other news, I'm really stressing recently. Despite the fact that the semester is drawing to a close, and I have a 7-10 page paper due Friday that I've yet to start (Ha.), I'm trying to secure my living arrangements. Since Kendall doesn't know what she's doing next year, I find myself once again roommateless and hopeless. Although I'm working out an arrangement with my friend Ashley, nothing's set in stone and there are so many minute details and ultimately tons of apartment-complex BS that needs worked out... it's so depressing.

AND I'm trying to get all my stuff sorted out for LA in the summer and I just want to have a kickass internship, but nooooooooooo. Everyone has to give me conflicting information and whatnot. Okay, this isn't really that bad, and I still have 5 months to get everything arranged... but still. I'm in a complaining mood, and I want this to be resolved!!! Also I'm getting cute business cards printed to pass out in LA. I'm so excited. I will be like, giving them to craft services people, just because I will be so proud to have business cards. Cue dramatic scene where I find a discarded card (HA!) in the trashcan, as a single tear rolls down my cheek and I see my failed future flash before my eyes...

Also? I just want to write!!! And not my paper!!!!!!!! I haven't done anything remotely creative in roughly FOREVER!!!!!! (since helping Shane out with his short film, of course!) But I mean personally. However... this weekend I am taking an acting workshop with an unknown accomplice from Marco Perella, who had a recurring role on Walker, Texas Ranger and is a published author.

Yeah.
That's right. The guy met Chuck Norris.

I win :)

A Public Service Announcement:

Brought to you by Kendall and Kaitlin's Kitchen (hahaha... no? Just me?).

Okay, people (read: men): NEWSFLASH:
Calling a girl you're interested in "buddy", "pal", or any other non-gender specific terms is WRONG. If you want in our pants (or, you know, our hearts) do not make us feel like the your friend's younger brother, who tags along with you and kinda annoys you, but mostly you secretly think he'd kinda be your ideal perfect son, if you ever get married, plus you always wanted a little brother, but no matter how much you begged your mom, she gave you two annoying little sisters who stunk up the house with Nair and nail polish, and so it's kinda cool showing a little kid around all the time, but it can get kinda annoying when you want to scam on chicks...

But I digress...

The point is, GENTLEMEN, it's a complete and total turn off, and has, on more than one occasion, made me lose interest in someone, just because they called me "pal", "buddy", "bud", "pally", or ANY OTHER VARIATION.
Kapeesh?

Carpe Quesadilla Maker

OHwa. MYee. GAWD. (Chandler Bing! hahahahaha)

This weekend was CRASY! And no, actually, I haven't read Breaking Dawn yet, because Kendall and I were to busy buying EVERY SINGLE SOLITARY ITEM WE COULD EVER NEED for da 'partment. And it was fuuuuuun. And we didn't even get that ridiculous with our purchases and guess what? Our apartment is going to be beautiful! I will so totally love it there and will NOT be creatively stifled, as per the dorm room (box of death). Mayhaps I will accomplish one of my goals of completing and selling a script this year... that'd be greeeeeeat. Altso, maybe it will be better for me to study in. Plusssss: KITCHEN!!! I can not even begin to address how friggin' excited I am for the kitch!!! AHHHHHHHHH and the biggest plus of apartment life? Drumroll, please...

KENDALL!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

If you live in Austin, or can make the trek, you can request to visit us and we may or may not throw you a dinner party.

I think that this year, I'm always going to be in the best mood imaginable. :D :D