2 Cool Movies

I recently watched 2 really cool movies and I feel the compulsive need to tell my laptop screen all about them.

Friends With Benefits is quite honestly one of the funniest most sexually correct movies I have seen in a long time, the last being either the Ashton Kutcher starred No Strings Attached, or some porn that happened to be streaming on my friends computer when I moved the mouse. Oops.
I never really thought Mila Kunis was super attractive (Insert Hate mail here) before, but this movie showed me the other side of that. Don't get me started on Justin Timberlake, I won't be able to control myself.

The next was Drive Angry, featuring Amber Heard and a hot hot, VERY Hot Nicolas Cage. Haha just kidding. But seriously. Amber Heard, I would make sweet love to you even if you weren't Lesbian.
Right, the movie. I was expecting the movie to be a usual shoot em up bang bang, someone killed my 4 times removed cousin's nephew and I'm lookin for revenge with big birtha my over-sized potato gun kinda movie. Turns out it was all that and a bag of chips but with a very nice religious twist in it. I do admit there was one shoot out scene (Not going into spoilers, but sex with shades on, gun in one hand and whiskey in the other was a bit over doing the whole, I'm a badass and I'm about to shoot the next 20 people who walk in that door with these 4 bullets, cliche) I really do wish we could have seen more of that attorney in the movie especially at the end, he really did have the coolest outfit. And situational perspective if you're into that sort of thing.

Fotos

We all need a good laugh in the morning. Here's a few of mine.
 

 And one of my personal Favorites,

Inception

I'm an insomniac. Always have been and always will be (Ask my mother how many nights she considered duct taping me to the bottom of my crib). My point is, I rarely have dreams. Like at all. But, last night I had this amazingly weird Lucid dream thingy! I was very aware that I was in my bed sleeping as I (Dream) got up and went over to my laptop where I proceeded to send my little brother various weird/funny videos that I had seen in recent days. Soon as I clicked send, I went right back to my bed and woke myself up. Craziest dream I've ever had hands down. That's not really saying something though since I've only had about 5 actual dreams/nightmares in my entire life, but I think you get my point when I say I was tripping out when I was watching myself sleep.

No more pot brownies before bed.

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One of those days

I'm having one of those days where nothing seems good. Not a horrible day, not a great day, just and extreme neutral day. One of those, I check the fridge and find nothing so I check the freezer and pantry then go back to the fridge days. One of those, I feel like making something to eat but not like leaving this mildly interesting movie which is making me feel lazy enough that I think I should go for a bike ride but would help me in no way to work on the two papers I have due on Tuesday, day.

Looking up

I'm starting to feel like things are looking up a little more than in recent weeks. I've done some thinking and realized that in the past month I've done more to complete my life (Bucket list if you will) than I have even tried in a very long time. Everything seems like its fitting into place a little more, even though I can't really say for sure that it is. I guess I just have to wait and found out if Life is around the corner with a baseball bat aimed at my head (although he's probably going for my crotch, he does enjoy giving me the low blows).

I found this picture a little while back and it really helped me feel better for some reason.

Probably just the fish tied to a balloon.

Some Poetry

So I had this thought that I'm running out of things to think about putting in this blog. and then I remembered that I used to write some poetry back in high school, so, here you go. since you're all so greedy to hear all my rantings at once, i'm just going to let them out one at a time. Mwuahaha, period.

My Name Is Hank   -Hank Tramel

       My name is Hank Alan Tramel.  Hank means, "Ruler of the home." Alan means, "The Handsome one." Tramel means, . . . Well it must mean someone fucked up because something went wrong with the first two. 

       Hank. H-A-N-K. Kind of a choppy name, doesn't really roll off the tongue. It really makes me wonder why I got that name as a child. Did I look like a Hank when I was only 5 and a half pounds, covered in blood and crying like the newborn baby I was? Or did my mother know that I was going to be this 5'6" 180lbs heart-broken loner kid that I am now? Guess I'll never know, considering every time I ask her she says be happy you weren't named bob, which I guess I am. 

       A friend of mine once said she believes people grow into their names. If that’s true, I'm never naming my kids after them. They'll all be whores. I guess I'm happy with my name. Not like I'll get the chance to be someone else anyway, but I don't mind. It's been fun with Hank, so I think I'll keep it that way.

Huzzah!

I feel somewhat more accomplished. Not only has this blog received a total of 14 views, 1 follower and 1 comment, I have also finished all of my homework for the week. And next week. I thought college was supposed to be hard. Bleh.

Girls

Are interesting creatures. I own an apartment which is at this moment, is home to myself and 4 college girls...........What have I gotten myself into. This morning I wake up and witness 4 hot girl showers before mine, leave for class, see hundreds of girls I can only wish to be with, come back and do homework, open a bottle of wine with a screw and hammer (We couldn't find the corkscrew) and have a nice dinner of spaghetti and meat sauce with 3 of them. I know some would say the worst thing someone could do with their roommate is probably each other, (And I say probably as in Dear God what have I gotten myself into) which is why I'm trying pretty hard to find releases else where. Like the University.

Or porn.

Not really.

Insanity

I think I'm starting to lose my mind slightly. yesterday I spent the entire day in my apartment, and today I spent half the day asleep because being awake wasn't any better. (I'm a born insomniac so something is going wrong)
I'm thinking about joining the local GSA club here at the university to start meeting some people. I'm not Gay, but some of my best friends are and meeting people has become my new goal in life. If any of you are out there (And I'm doubting you are with such a baby of a blog) what are your ways of meeting and making new friends?

First Post!!! :)

I have no idea what I'm doing. Posting things on the internet, facebooking late at night and general "putting myself out there" aren't huge on my list of things I do freely, so why am I making a blog? It's because I feel left out. I feel like the Kid who was given a rock with googly eyes on it while everyone else on the block has a new puppy. Another part is that I'm a student a Major college, and making friends seems to be harder than I had previously thought. Its not that I'm unattractive, (at least I'd rather not think so) weird, creepy, shy or a jerk, its that I DON'T KNOW WHY!!I'd like to blame the fact that I'm one of few white kids that came from an entirely Mexican town, and thus I lack the skills to actually communicate with my own kind, but then I'd just be complaining about how life is unfair and blah blah blah blah blah. There's enough of that in the world already.