Stole this from Morgan.

My brain just got penetrated B. No lube or nothin'.

So I Finally Saw Skyfall

last week and man it was good. It was really good. I've always thought Daniel Craig was a great actor but there's something about his portrayal of James Bond that I love. His ability to be equal parts macho, charming, and witty are unparalleled in comparison to the other Bonds that I've had the opportunity to see. After seeing Skyfall I went back and watched both Casino Royale and Quantum of Solace, both were pretty good. All that said, after watching these three movies, I've come to the conclusion that I want to be Daniel Craig. The guy is ripped beyond belief. Like honestly, look.

Yo, I don't care how "gay" this may make me, Daniel Craig is fucking jacked, there's no denying that. This is my ideal build that I'd like to achieve. I don't want to look like a fucking linebacker, but I don't want to look like a twig either. Needless to say, I will be putting in extra time in the gym this winter.

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be able to settle down. Not just in the sense of a relationship but in life in general. There are still so many things I want to do, so many things I want to experience, so many things I want to see. Yet I feel that in my search for experiencing, doing, seeing everything, I've done nothing. How is this possible? How can one want so much, yet achieve so little? 

I'm scared of being permanent. I'm scared of commitment. I'm scared of keeping promises.

I haven't lived in the same place longer than 2 years since I graduated high school. I haven't dated the same girl for longer than 2 years since right after high school. I've never held a job for longer than 2 years (though I've never been fired or been jobless). How does one become content with staying in one place? Doing one thing? Dating the same person? Is there a name for this? Is there a solution?

RIP Trish. You had the voice of an angel.

I can't believe it's been over a month since I last wrote.

Actually I can. I've been mentally constipated for the last month or so, which usually results in me becoming a literary introvert.
Since we last (really) spoke I've:

• Gone to 3 consecutive weddings.
• Taken a trip to Maryland.
• Stopped workingout.
• Started working out.
• Discovered an amazing album.
• Gone to a dope concert.
• Rekindled two friendships.
• Eaten an ungodly amount of turkey

Over the next few days I will attempt to recount al of these events. I hate writing in past tense, it seems like my memories are harder to extract once they're older than a week. I'll be better about keeping in touch, I promise.

Touching.

I'll spare you the political rants for now.