Connor Is Awesome

It had been a really bad week all around. And a lot of things in my life had not gone my way recently. And it all culminated in an outburst of rage and aggression towards a lady at Domino’s when I got cheesy bread instead of bread sticks.

One more day till Tropic Thunder. I’ll probably go set up my tent to camp outside of best buy in an hour.  But now I’ll put up the list of movies I saw in theaters that I’m proud. These don’t include blockbusters. This is more the movie I had wanted to see that wound up being awesome, or even those I wasn’t stoked about that turned to out to be awesome. 94-05 again. From the research I did I came to a conclusion: Having a Girlfriend= seeing shitty movies.

1994
Getting even with dad

1995
Babe
Apollo 13
Mortal Kombat Continue Reading »

In honor of the release of Tropic Thunder on Tuesday, one of the funniest movies I ever did see, second only to Anchorman I suppose, I have dubbed this week “Movie Week.”  Every post this week will be about movies. And therefore, today’s blog is all about movies I’ve seen in theaters that I’m embarassed about. Now I figure my major movie going part of my life was 94-05. So those are the years I’ve used. Notice that from 2002-2005 I was in a relationship with different people the entire time, and hence, there is an increase in crappy chick flicks. 

1994
Baby’s day out
Three Ninjas kick back

1995
Sudden Death
The Brady Bunch Movie Continue Reading »

Arrested Development movie is a go!

Probably the best question/funniest thing I’ve seen all day.

So here’s today embarassing thing that happened to me. I was leaving a building up at Temple. I was walking with a bunch of the students from the class I had just gotten out of. I walked by a trash can, when all the sudden there was some rumbling. I turn to look at the can, and all of the sudden, a squirrel comes climbing up and jumps out towards me. Being the manly man I am, all I could muster out was a “WHAT THE HELL!”, a girly *gasp* and a cower of fear jump back that went about three feet. No one else seemed phased by the molestation that was put on me. So I had to walk in front of all these people like a scaredy-fag, just holding my head down in shame, praying the squirrel wasn’t following me to finish the job.

It’s funny. I remember a while ago I was in a Circuit City and saw their set up. Atrocious.  There CD area is basically just 8 cds, and only T.I. and Jewel CDs.  Their DVD set up has no order whatsoever.  I assume they sell other stuff, but I was to amazed at how poorly the store was run to go any further. So I wondered, how does a store that sucks so bad compared to Best Buy stay in business. Well, apparently it doesn’t. Circuit City filed for bankruptcy today. I bet they are going to have some banging Black Friday sales. $100 Blu-Ray players! 

Punched a dude in the balls. 

Sometimes when I walk, I do this thing where I close my hand and make a fist. Then I slightly wave my arms back and forth on my sides. Well on this particular day, I was listening to my Ipod and a nice little ditty came on, Lonely by Akon, and I started to get a little into it. As a result, my arms were probably swinging a bit more than usual. Well apparently I was walking a little to slow for Mr. Aeropostle hoodie walking behind me. He tried to pass me, but we were close to a tree, so it was tight. And unfortunately for him, he got caught passing me at a time my right arm was on a swing-back. Well, my fist went right into his crotch. I gave a little, “oh shit, my bad.” But it wasn’t my bad, it was his. And his balls were sore and he gave a little “argh” of agony. And I laughed to myself and continued walking.

Here’s what a loser I am. I have some election reporting I have to do. I don’t care about the election, anything I do professionally, I will be avoiding political stuff at all costs, and for some reason, no one at Temple cares about sports, but they all care about politics. Anyway, I have to do research, and I have a report looming Tuesday that I am completely dreading. I just don’t care at all. But that’s not why I’m a loser. I’m a loser because I just keep having that sinking feeling inside about it. It seems time is passing quicker as Tuesday approaches. I just don’t want to have to put everything into motion. So I look over, and there’s my dog just laying on my bed on a Sunday at 8:30. Completely peaceful, he lays his head down without a care in the world. Rather than appreciate the moment, I instead become annoyed and jealous. Why? Because I’m a complete retard basically.

Anyway, instead of just letting my dog continue to sleep peacefully, I keep saying “Chandler!” louder and louder till he finally wakes up, pokes his head up and looks at me. When he finally did, he stared at me with his normal “dog-stare” and I stared back before finally saying, “I wish I had it as easy as you.” And I didn’t even say it in normal conversation tone. I said it with scorn in my voice, like I wanted him to start feeling bad for me. Anyway, he continued to stare at me for a bit then went back to resting. And then to add to my loser-ness, I looked off to the side and shook my head in a “the nerve of this guy” manner. I’m very irritable. I also need Peyton Manning to get me 26 points, so that could contribute to my mood. 

asshole.