Grounded

So I was hanging out at my place last night, just chatting with friends. David asked, "Are you going out tonight?" My response was "No, I'm grounding myself..."

So that is exactly what I did. For the first time since god knows, when, perhaps since China in August...I did not go out at all on Friday. I was under house-arrest.

Needless to say I got bored of sitting on the couch after about 10 minutes and watched American History X, one of my top 5 movies of all time, and Slumdog Millionaire, a new entrant to my Top 5 list. Its not that I didn't understand all of the hooplah about Slumdog, I just wasn't sure if it was warranted. And now I am. I was so impressed with almost every aspect of the film, from the acting of the child stars to the emotion, both developed and in some scenes non-existent. I was hooked. Also, Two things, if you have not seen American History X; A.What the hell is wrong with you? and B. You definitely should!

I did not get much sleep last night which was the hole reason that I stayed home, but you know, sometimes sleep is trumped by...Other Things...Tonight was going to be night two of my incarceration, but Connor, one of my coworkers,is having a "Shin-Dig" at his pad, and I have urges that need to be satisifed...and lets be realistic, my ability to refrain from sins of the aluminum can, is pretty week. I am salivating just thinking about ice cold bud light...Oh god I need an intervention...and by intervention, of course, I mean a hosted bar!

In other news, Allison, my tramp of a co-worker, - I'm just kidding, she is a prude - is trying to find a loving home for her Weiner Dog Winston. If you know of anything let me know.

I have posted a link to my friend Francis' blog to the right hand side, y'all should check it out. He is a talented and articulate, and conveys some pretty cool thoughts and ideas along with some humorous stories. Some serious stuff, but the kind that makes you reflect and think. Not the useless garbage and rants that I decide to share with you here. Enjoy!

Tomorrow is Superbowl Sunday. For the gays, thats the game with Tight Ends, Full Backs and odd shaped balls being thrusted around the pitch...I would definitely put my money on the Steelers winning...but since I have no money that is not a concern of mine. Therefore, I am going to pick the Cardinals in an upset, 27-17.

The End!

All I want for Xmas...

Human emotion is so inexplicable sometimes. A tiny facet of that emotion is attraction. There is really no way to explain attraction; why it exists, and why it does not. (That was an incredible use of a semi-colon by the way, hell yeah!) I do believe that attraction is primarily something that is predetermined by our genetic wiring and not by the way we were raised, or by how many bibles we have ingested by the point of puberty. So not to travel down this road too much, because it is a whole different can of worms, but I do want to talk about attraction some more. So I will, because I do what I want! haha

Attraction to me is simply enough, being able to look at someone or something and feel that sort of tingling inside. Whether it be tingling in your belly, or the occasional tingling in your loins, attraction is nothing more than that. I am a firm believer of everyone having their types. There is something about someone that makes you attracted to them. However what about those who you become inexplicably attracted to. Keith Olbermann for instance. I have a man crush on Keith Olbermann. He is not attractive, nor is he grossly tolerable. Entertaining, but obnoxiously left. What is it that causes this subconscious attraction.

I am subconsciously attracted to someone right now, and it is bizarre. Its almost an intrigue as opposed to an attraction. I want to know more, and I don't have patience to wait. This is not one of those tingling loins attractions though, simply one in which I am eager to get closer. So strange...And breeders say that its all about the sex! Screw you guys...

Oh and Russell, I hate you... Just seeing if you are keeping up with my yammerings!