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My birthday was on Tuesday the 27th. I turned 21, finally. Now I can start on that whole "alcoholism" thing that so many of my fellow SIU-C classmates are involved in.

For my birthday, my friends and I went to a local bar, Sidetracks. It was a Tuesday night, so everything wasn't too busy. But it was cold, and Sidetracks has a very small inside area, so we went outside. We were sitting at the empty outside bar, drinking and having fun, when all of a sudden, we saw this cover move. There was a cover lying on the inside of the bar, just on the floor, and we saw it move. We didn't think it was anything, so my friend Wes dropped an empty beer bottle on it. Nothing happened, and it sank down pretty far, so in our drunken state, we decided that it was probably just a heating vent or something blowing the cover.

A couple beers later, we see it move again, and Clint gets all brave and goes to pull the cover off. It pulls back, and he sees shoes and some legs. This freak all of us out, so on my way to buy my next beer, I go to tell the bartender that there is a guy sleeping outside in the bar. She says, "I know, leave him alone." Whoa. Not only is there a bum sleeping outside in the bar, but the staff of this bar know about it and allow him to do that.

Later, I found out that he wasn't a bum, though. He was a security guard. For that bar.

Well, anyway, after we went home, I apparently let everyone write on my ass with a Sharpie marker. I didn't remember this until a couple pictures that Chris took jogged my mind. Somehow I will rid the world of these pictures. Trust me.

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I entered my Super 8 final film from last year in this year's Yai Mi Memorial Film Festival. If I win, I get $150. If I get 3rd, I get $50. And if I win nothing, that's alright too.

I've been addicted to Driver 2 for the past 3 weeks. I hate it. I can't beat the last level for the life of me. God damn it.

Ryan says hi. He's estatic because he's in talks with a record label. He's a rapper, and my roommate from last year. You may have seen me mention him before on here. He's a good guy, and I wish him all the luck in the world with his new deal.

I've been keeping myself busy for the past couple weeks. Trying to stop having that "cabin depression". Yeah....

Is it just me, or is every blogger quitting or slowing down? Must be the economy. I know that's my excuse.

I've seen Mulholland Drive and Shallow Hal since I've blogged last. David Lynch fucks with my head, and the Farrelly Brothers have gone soft. That's all I've got to say. If Mulholland Drive doesn't get nominated for anything, I'll be pissed.

I'll be interviewing Kick In Emergency in a couple days. It'll be good. I'm thinking of making an interview blog or an interview site instead of doing this. I think other people are more interesting than me.

I've kept myself busy enough over the past few weeks so I won't get "cabin depression". I've termed it that. I always get depressed at school, because I'm sitting there, in this little crappy dorm room, wasting my life away downloading songs, staring blankly at a webpage for hours on end. Then I lay on my bed when I get tired of the computer. Then when I'm tired of that, I go back to Pauline (my computer) and waste some more time.

But I'm at "home" home right now, meaning my parents' house. I go to SIU-C, for those of you that didn't know, and we got kicked out for a week due to the Halloween riots last year. I tried to work this week, but they didn't have any hours for me, and no one wanted out of a shift, cos I told them I would have come in for a replacement. No one called. I made no money whatsoever.

I went to see Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks with the Pinetop Seven on Halloween night in Champaign at the High Dive. It was pretty fucking rad. If any of you were there, I was the kid sitting on the stage, in the front corner against the wall right by their keyboard player. He was dressed up as Henry Rollins, and he was doing a pretty decent impression (well, funny, anyway) all night. There were these to annoying girls standing up by the front yelling at him to shut up every time he spoke. They obviously didn't "get it" or whatever. They kept on doing that, and Malkmus finally acknowledged it, and he shut up, then some other kids yelled that they liked the between song banter, and that these girls should "fuck off". My favorite quote from Malkmus that night happened right then. He said: "Fuck off, ladies..." then added a dramatic pause, "...in our tour bus tonight!" He then lovingly said he was joking, and stated that he and Fred Durst had decided that talking like that at concerts was no longer appropriate.

Other than that, I haven't done much this week. Over the past couple weeks, I've finished editing SBP's second episode (which was a feat in and of itself), helped a friend film his 16mm project (which was a terrible experiece), filmed a project with a naked girl (which I averted my eyes from, because, deep down, I am a gentleman), and played a ganster in another friend's 16mm project (in which I rule).

All in all, it's been fun these past few weeks. I've decided not to give up this thing here, but I've also decided not to feel guilty about not writing. So, I will continue, but maybe not with as much passion as I used to. I'll take each day as they come, and I will blog if I feel like it, and if I don't, then I don't.

PS: The Strokes' "Is This It" is probably my favorite album to come out in a year. Why? I don't know. All the songs sound similar, and they're not breaking any "new ground" if that means anything any more, but it's got something that I just can't put my finger on. Probably subliminal messages or something.