Well look at that. Mike started writing again. And also talking in third person. But as long as he's not here. I wanted to let you know that Mike is pretty much in love with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zach_Galifianakis">this man.</a><br /><br />More specifically <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ZnzYZmIinM&eurl=">this video created by that man.</a><br />
Nathan called me out, I've been lazy lately, and ironically enough on a film set. But he forgot the part about me idly wasting hours with a beer in hand.<br /><br />Alas, it was not in vain, for it was on a film set that history was made.<br />
Why I Don't Get Laid
Dreams are a funny thing. Just the idea of your brain not getting enough thinking activity in during the day, and has to have its little play time is kinda creepy. Division of the conscious and unconscious, emergence of feelings that were previously repressed, it kinda makes you wonder who that "other" person living up there is, and whether you can trust him.<br />
<p>I've recently rented the first season of Scrubs from netflix *Smiles while holding up red envelope* I now have the first four seasons waiting in my queue, and here's why.<br /><br />Scrubs is Unfuckingbelievafuckingble. Fucking.<br /><br />In fact, Scrubs is so good, that here is a list of non-fabricated (exaggerated hyperbole to follow later in this blog) reactions I have to the show.
<p>I don't understand homophobia.<br /><br />Even among close friends, who aren't bible-beating, shotgun-pumping, big teste-d, Frat-ball player steak lovers, I still feel a lot of resentment and hate-speech a la. "Seriously Mike, I'm beginning to think you're gay."<br /><br />Okay, so I kissed a guy.<br />
I'm referring for once not to me but Curtiss... the jackass who does fucked up shit with enemas and things and now writes about it in his PIC column... Also don't forget Chris Phelan. But i'm sure this is old news.<br /><br />And since Court hasn't been blogging lately, I figured I'd fulfill that whole "PIC Behind the scenes" role.<br />
It's 3 am, I'm blogging, and I'm rattling off as many one liners* as possible. Let's do this.<br /><br /> Asking someone to be your Netflix friend is like saying, "Tell me how to be like you."<br /><br />I like Nyquil, because between its name and slogan, you know what it does. Water: The swallow liquid.<br />
...that make you suddenly want to write. Is it the inability to sleep? The need to focus your mind on something?<br /><br />Or is it the seemingly profound thoughts that come into your throbbing head, causing you to seek anything that relieves that pressure.<br />
Today has been the best day ever and here's why:<br /><br />- I got absolutely no sleep last night writing a paper.<br />- that paper followed a 5 hour sound mix session earlier yesterday afternoon<br />- this week as been a royal stress fest<br /><br />But I don't have any finals, so my semester is officially over.<br />
And no, it's not about underwear...<br /><br />Ever been so busy that you don't even have time to drink a beer? I'm not talking about relaxing, I'm saying the physical act of chugging is wasting precious seconds that you need.<br /><br />*from the desk of someone who should be working, but comes up with ridiculous thoughts instead*
What is Happiness? Money, laughter, friends, love, an empty bottle, a job you love? I think about that from time to time, and now in my much hungover state... I was randomly unhooking girls' bras last night, if that's any indication... I think I've figured out a small chunk of that "Happiness" at least as I see it.<br />