crossed with the Mendoza Line

I have figured out this complex that I have.

I do things to make myself miserable. It is not that I do not want to be happy, it is just that I do not know how to handle myself when the situation arises.

I purposefully make myself miserable.

This is why I try to stay friends with the girls that broke my heart. This is why I watch episodes of the Office or Scrubs that mimic my short comings with females. This is why I listen to that goddamn Fake Problems song over and over and over and over and over again.

This is why I am rooting for the Rockies for this world series. Because I know there is no way that they can possibly win.

I have put on anywhere from 5 to 7 pounds in the past couple months. I havent been gaining any weight since, but, I have developed some shitty eating habits. I was going to do one of those Master Cleanse Lemonade Detox diets, but, they are really complicated and honestly, a 10 day fast seems like a it of a jump for starters.

So, starting tomorrow, I am going to be doing the all apple 3 day diet. Its pretty simple: eating nothing but apples for three days. I've never really bought into the whole natural healing herbal detox shit, but, I have been feeling pretty sluggish and shitty for the past couple weeks. the whole goal is to just try it, see how I feel, and, ultimately, to lose the weight I have put on, while simultaneously demolishing my current shitty eating habits and start working with a clean slate to start eating right and getting back into a decent exercise routine. Lose the little fat I have left with this, and then start toning and getting back into decent shape.

So i will post daily updates here. Hopefully it would be interesting. Can't be any worse than how things have been.

i feel like i want to start writing a book that is a collection of memoirs based around the following premise

Sometimes, the quickest way to lose something is to want it too much.

And that is the story of every relationship I have ever had with a female, summarized in one simple sentence.

Today i was driving home from class and had one of the most surreal moments I can remember. I was stopped at a red light on Windy Hill Rd in one of those rare circumstances where everyone was waiting for the light to change. Some turn lane had a jump light, although their was no one turning, and for about 25 seconds, there was complete silence on the road. There were probably 50 something automobiles in my line of sight, but no one was moving, no ones radio was blaring, the lunch-hour intersection was dead. It is very rare that at 11:45 in the afternoon, surrounded by motorist in the beaming sunlight do you find yourself a moment of sheer peace. This is the kind of stuff that is reserved for open fields and mountain ranges and nature at its finest, not a major suburban intersection.

And then the light changed and we all went back to our noisy, boring lives.

new Sports Themed Blog at http://mendoza-line.blogspot.com.

This will probably turn into me griping about, well, everything else.

Hotel Chevalier

I suppose I am a little bit of a Wes Anderson fan-boy. I haven't seen a Wes Anderson film that I didn't like, and this short prolouge to his new feature The Darjeeling Limited is no excepton. I think I really like it so much simply because it is pretty real. When you take the core of the story, what happens in the narrative, it is as real as it gets. I can't really talk about it without giving it away, but, when I watch this, I just think about how this is the opposite of the Pam/Jim debacle going on with The Office.

And my affinity for the film has nothing to do with Natalie Portman being naked for most of her screen time.

Click here to download. You have to have iTunes open. I think this will work right, if not, just open iTunes and search for "Hotel Chevalier."

Speaking of The Office...even though Jim and Pam are together, this is starting off promising. I really need to start watching Scrubs or something

I said I wasn't going to write in here until I had something to say about something that isn't about me.