She amazes me every time we talk.

15 days.

David brought a kitten over to my apartment last night. The kitten ended up being our main source of entertainment. Women may swoon over a baby, but men - real men - swoon over kitties.

The only problem is that now.. I want it.


Getting used to the flash...


Cautiously inspecting my apartment...


Getting braver.


Freedom!


Terrible, terrible freedom!


Trying to get back into his box, I think.

David loses control of the wild kitten!


Then celebrates victory! The beast has been tamed!


With this victory, the responsibility of naming the kitten lies on David. Who ponders vigerously potential titles for the feline.

Alas, none come to David. The only word that would manifest into David's mind was "Burrito!" Frustrated, David claims the cat, "Burrito."


As David attempts to convince us the kitten shall be hence called, "Burrito", I am sent in to clean gunky kitten eye droop...


After this brutal ordeal, Untitled Kitten seeks refuge with his only true companion - The Finiak. (Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!)


Realizing The Finiak's unnatural need to spoon everything it comes into contact with, Untitled Kitten flees to the depths under the couch.

Unfortunately, Untitled Kitten's time with us had come to an end - and his voyage to his true home still lay ahead. Thus, we bid a fond farewell to Untitled Kitten...


:(


And realized we had just re-enacted Three Men and a Baby. Well, Kitten.

Sort of.

Goodbye Untitled Kitten! We will miss you! <3


Epilogue 2 - Frankly, I felt the kitten should have been named Gizmo. I mean, come on... it's perfect!


But no one ever listens to me.

UPDATE: Or, maybe I'm wrong and people do listen to me. That's right, Untitled Kitten has officially been given a name. That name is GIZMO. Brendan for teh win!!11!!

Christmas has come and gone, again. It's funny to me how often people, invariably, say things like "I can't believe Christmas is already here/gone". People say things like that as each holiday comes and goes. Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas being the primary ones. You'd think that eventually people would realize that there's nothing to be surprised about. Holidays come and go as often as they do every year. And if you blink you'll miss it.

So why is it so hard to come to terms with how quickly holidays go by? How come even I, typing this, can only think "I can't believe it's almost New Year's..." The answer is that we simply don't like the idea of the passage of time and will do anything in our power to slow it down. I think that may be my biggest problem with the holidays. Why I don't really like them. It's not because I particularly dislike my family or anything like that. It's almost as if, perhaps, I ignore them (holidays), they'll go away. I won't have to deal with the fact that I, and everyone else, is another year older. Survived another year, in a steady progression for everyone to the grave.

This year I gave my mother a CD of songs that she likes. Most of them being songs from when I was a child. Songs I remember her playing on cassette in her car. An '86 Chrysler LeBaron. In the span of 650mb, there are 22 years of memories.


Perhaps it's my impending college graduation that's bringing on these feelings.

I'm afraid of it. Deathly afraid of it. For 22 years all I have known as a constant in my life is School. Soon, that will end. But I don't want it to. I desperately don't want my career as a student to end. I'm not ready to put that time of my life behind me. I won't have a choice. Come May, that's it. The finale. So all I can do now is be happy that I have the time left that I do.

It's strange. If I wouldn't have fucked up a year of college, I'd be done now. Most of my classmates from high school are done. And if I would have finished school, I wouldn't be having the fun I finally am having. I wouldn't have gotten to be better friends with Stu, and possibly not with David either. I probably wouldn't be living where I am. I almost certainly would never have met Kate.

So looking back at what I know now, all the pain and sadness and hurt that my fuck ups in the past caused... well, they seem to be entirely worth it. A small price, even, for being able to feel the way I do now. All I can say is "Thank you." to all the people who are responsible for this. Family and friends. I'm a very lucky guy to be surrounded by a lot of truly amazing people. Sometimes I sit back and look at the people I know and I just feel mesmerized.


Christmas ended, officially, for me 3 hours ago. But there are still American states that have an hour, or a few minutes, left.

Merry Christmas everyone. It may be a shitty holiday when you're in the middle of it, but value it even still. When it comes down to it, it's not so bad.

It's pretty awesome, really.

I've resigned myself to not liking Christmas. I was out shopping today and I just accepted that there's no reason for me to keep fighting it. I hate the holiday with a fiery passion. I like the idea, and I like the season - but the pressure, stress and general stupidity of all the insanity have allowed me to finally come to terms with my dislike.

What does this mean?

Nothing. I'm not going to stop shopping for presents or protest Christmas. Rather, I just feel better about complaining.

I'm so tired. I need to go buy more gifts in 2 1/2 hours.

Ignore this rambling. I'm just exhausted and haven't slept much.


18 Days until I can see her again.

So I was christmas shopping today downtown, making the rounds at various stores (and of course I ended up buying myself new jeans.. I suck at Christmas). At one store I was at I noticed, in the children's section, a display that made my jaw drop. So much so, that I had to take a picture -



So what was it that caught my attention so much? It's the middle mannequin (I'm way too tired right now to check the spelling of that word). I really resent the way 20-something fashion has been downgraded to 8-10 year old style. Of course, what 9 year old would wear such an outfit without facing intense ridicule. Or, maybe I'm wrong. I don't hang out much with 9 year olds (well, okay, 9 year old boys... uh...), so perhaps I'm just ignorant and they are all dressing like this now.

But seriously, what kid that age needs to be wearing a blazer with jeans? And a fucking vest at that?! It's insane. You know a trend is dead when they start making it for teeny boppers.

But, fuck, I always liked blazers and sport coats. I liked my navy blazer I had to wear in highschool. This sucks.


I was at Jewel today looking around aimlessly. This is actually a more amusing waste of time than you might expect. Because when you don't know what the fuck you're there for you end up just looking at everything you can. You start to notice just how crazy the world is. I was looking at razors and razor blades and came across this sign:



I spent 15 minutes trying to figure out what the hell this message meant. It seems to suggest you should "lift here" - but that is immediately followed by the statement "alarm will sound".

What the fuck?

Isn't this like, entrapment or something? Usually "alarm will sound" is preceeded by "Do not open". Jewel seems to be suggesting that if you really want what's behind the case, then you'll need to be prepared for the consequences of alarms sounding and turrets rising from the ground to shoot you.

And since I like to live dangerously, I did indeed lift there.

And the alarms did sound.

And I ran away to the frozen foods section.

I am currently sitting on the floor in Kate's dorm room. She's working on her art finals, and I am playing online on a laptop (David's.. one of three).

And I feel more like a college student than any other moment I've had in the last 4 1/2 years. Which makes me very happy. But of course I could temper that down by pointing out that only now in my final semester of college do I really feel like a college kid. Only now is it really enjoyable and I feel like I'm doing the things I am supposed to be doing. But really, that's okay. My high school career was far from the usual fare, so why should college be anything different?

I am very happy with where I am in my life now. Having the show back is great. Prepping work on a new show is exciting, having a new draft of a feature length script that people are saying is "Great" (and not people who "have to" say that...)

The only shitty thing right now is how fucking broke I am. I kinda sorta broke part of David's primary laptop and ended up having to put down $200 to fix it. That hurt. That hurt mostly because, wooo, it's fucking Christmas. I hate Christmas. I hate presents. I hate how everyone has to give presents at the same goddamn time. I like giving presents, and I like getting presents, but I don't like how it's all condensed into one day. Especially when tragedy strikes and, shit, you don't have any money to buy gifts. Then you start charging shit and you dig a hole of debt big enough to fit China into.

Other than that minor problem, with Xmas looming ominously in the background, everything's just grand.

And I mean that.

Then you meet someone new, and realize how naive you are. You learn how being head over heels feels, truly.

Well, it's official. Kate and I are going out. Boyfriend and girlfriend and all that.

It's nice. It's really nice. Better than "nice". Being with someone who likes you as much as you like them is an amazing feeling.

We spent all of Sunday lying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, holding eachother. And it felt so good.

It's my favorite.

When you wake up with a girl you care about holding onto your torso, her head laying on your chest and her hand lightly on your ribs. And you can smell her all over you. Then she wakes up and kisses you, and no one cares about morning breath. You just lie there... Being there. You close your eyes and feel her warmth against you and you think to yourself that if there is a Heaven, this is probably what it feels like to be there.

And nothing matters. Except being there.