never settle for being someone's second choice.
you are worth so much more than that.
you deserve better.

regarding "you think you're a man" by the vaselines

i could have written this. i wouldn't have thought of including the awkward moaning, no...but i could have very well written the lyrics.

photos with an interesting/memorable backstory, part 1

what the heck?! what is happening? is that an orange i see? listen. allow me to explain.

i would actually rather not remember this night, but seeing as there is pictorial documentation of it--nevermind my good memory--that remains somewhat difficult. this photograph was taken in early february during a 24-hour mad film dash competition my friends and i had mistakenly decided to enter. we wanted to make an experimental film about cue balls and how each play in the game determined the interactions of the characters in the film. the film would have actually been pretty good had my group members not gone off topic and deemed our project a sinking ship. they basically gave up, and suggested we make a film about dancing gay cowboys on the moon. "and a robot heath ledger is their leader," they pitched.

so instead of fleshing out our original idea and actually making a conceptually neat film, we cut corners and threw stuff together, heavily relying on our "experimental" claim. if it's weird, then it's automatically avant-garde, right guys?! not really, pal. it just becomes pretentious and vacuous. and that is precisely how this quality scene of our "film" was born. heavily influenced by harmony korine (notice the inverted cross in place of a piece of bacon on the wall), this bathroom scene sought to make viewers uncomfortable; after all, that is what artistic expression and the experimental are all about. in reality, though, i think the guys just wanted to make a mess and dirty my bathtub and wake up my roommates (this was sometime around 4 in the morning) and do something with the box of no fear energy drinks they had taken. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

contents of tub:
one (1) brendan
one (1) navel orange (mine)
one (1) empty bottle of wine
three (3) cans of no fear
a few sprinkles of pepper flakes

needless to say, the judges did not like our film. oh well, C'EST LA VIE.

super sonic

and so i find myself back here, yet another little crevice of the internet. it's been a while; i know i've gotten older, but i don't feel i've gotten much wiser. instead of becoming more confident in my "abilities," i am now pretty much terrified of writing, and not even sure literary journalism is the right path for me. talk about reassuring! i am lazy, i don't try hard enough, and i am scared of too many things. if you ask me what i like, i don't respond with "reading" or "writing" or "poetry" or "independent film" or "art history" or anything vaguely academic or interesting. i like babies, pictures of cute babies, pictures of cute babies in awkward/unusual situations, and wearing sweaters. oh and pandas.

check out this lil guy.

so i guess i'll be updating sporadically. or not at all. i will try, though.

french toast motorbike, will you take me home tonight?
you know i got nowhere else to go.

if you find yourself caught in love

TOO PRECIOUS.

as can be seen from the pictures above, i am quite the photographer. ha. these pictures are really shitty. belle and sebastian, however, are not. they played a wonderful little set yesterday. sure, i could have stood through 2349 more songs, but i shouldn't complain. awwwsdfsd i love those scots.

today i bought prairie wind by neil young for $3.49. yes, it has been a good day. i've spent about $45 on cds in the past two days. TALK ABOUT SELF CONTROL.

it was UGHHHHHHsdfkljsdfjmazing.

I AM BORING. OKAY!