My Sister's Birthday.

Never again will I let myself be fooled to attend my little sister's birthday party. Today she turned 11, and she celebrated by inviting three of her equally eccentric friends to go to the movies. Tonight, with my mother, I saw Arthur and the Invisibles, which received horrible reviews and lost me a good 20grand on the Hollywood Stock Exchange, a hobby I engage in daily. Regardless of reviews and it's stock depleting, I found it enjoyable. It had plenty of adult humor and the plot was decent. The major critique I had for it was that the director obviously tried to fit in too much dialogue in such a small time frame. The characters spoke ridiculously fast, and not but a beat later, another character would retort with an equally breathless response. The scenes would also be short and choppy, jumping between many characters doing important things all at the same time. It's as if the director just couldn't decide what to take out after all principal photography was done, so he just left it in.

Regardless Lemuel gives it 3 1/2 stars.

Not much else to write about right now, I'm going to get back to reading. I read the most fascinating article comparing 'Fight Club' to the comic strip 'Calvin and Hobbes'. Rather genious really, read here.

Added Sidenote:
The other day I illegally downloaded 'Pan's Labyrinth' because there was nowhere within a vicinity of 200 miles that was carrying this small, independent foreign flick. In Spanish with English subtitles, this movie proclaimed itself an 'adult fairy tale', and it was indeed that and more. It was dark and twisted, yet lovely. I loved it as much as 98% of Rotten Tomato critics did. And I beg you to watch it if you have the opportunity. I implore under an oath of our friendship that you at least watch this trailer for me.

My Brutal Honesty.

It's sad, how short my dedication is to some things. Poor blog...

I'm not doing this with a renewed dedication to try and mantain this as a daily blog. But neither do I want this blog to become one of the fallen, added to my LiveJournal account. I miss that account...and the words I wrote in it...it was too harsh of an action to delete it, for whatever reasons I deleted it for...probably a girl...that's why I do most things...

I'm also not going to attempt to catch you up on what's happened since my blog. That would be foolish, as that would run as long as the fated 'Dustin blog'.

I woke today as usual with a reluctance to get out of bed. I do believe that the worst part of my day, each and every day, has to be the first minute of waking; fighting the daily battle as to whether life is worth getting out of bed today. Not to say that I'm usually victorious, but my victory always comes with a price; the disillusion that sleeping my life away is in fact a worthless endeavor.

But on the positive side the worst part of my day is always over after its first minute.

I sold my motorcycle yesterday for $400 to a friend. Considering it doesn't have a headlight and bucks like a wild stallion anytime you take it past 6,000 RPMs, I considered it a fair trade. Still, I will miss 'Katie', my first motorcycle. Upon waking I deposited the cash into my account for what will go to my forthcoming credit card payments.

I also picked up milk. And got a Chocolate Mint Latte.

I had a meeting with my recruiter at 3PM to do some more paperwork. After I'd done so, he asked me if I wanted to stay around to learn how to salute and march and play soldier in preparation for boot camp. I politely declined, using the excuse, "I got stuff to do."

I don't have a habit of lying. I have brutal honesty alot of the time in fact, but only with my close friends. Lying is exhausting and requires the wielder to mantain it's upkeep just in case someone refers to said lie in the future.

James: "So how was taking your sister to the circus?"
Jon: "Uh...you know...it was cool. Things got a little out of control when the juggling man started juggling...babies."

And of course that statement is in vain because in the confusion as to what he's talking about, recognition as to a lie you've told, and the pause to quickly craft some farce of a story, he's most likely recognized you're lying.

Which is why I don't lie. For convenience and ease. Not for morality. And I did have something to do. I had to go to Bookman's Used Bookstore, trade the remnance of my DVD collection, and use the trade to purchase Toad The Wet Sprocket and Dashboard Confessional CDs. I don't link the other one because if you don't know DC, you don't deserve to know DC. It was their older CD 'The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most'. Their new stuff is crap.

I also bought two issues of Tin House. A beautiful quarterly magazine featuring short stories to placate my cranium. You should grab a copy. Better yet, I'll send you one of mine, with notes and sidemargins by yours truly to make it 'teh shit'.

Wandering around that bookstore siphons my day away. I was there and easy two or three hours. I then went home, jogged 1.5 miles, ate a turkey/provologne sandwich, played a little (emphasis on little, I kept it under an hour for once) Call of Duty 3 for XBox 360, and read a good deal of Socrates.

And now I type, so...I guess I'm done for now. I just gotta link this to my blog because no one clicks on this blog anymore.

I don't blame you.