Blurred interpretations of the world we both live in.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

So we're moving real soon. Friday to be exact. This was the other night when my best friend Will Anderson and his fiance Whitney came to visit me for the last weekend in my old apartment. I am really looking forward to the new house, but this moving thing isn't very fun.

Friday, July 08, 2005

shaun gettin double love

My friends adorable daughter

Friday, June 03, 2005

this is what the night ended up coming to. My male friends with toe paint on. what the hell.

Our awesome meal that we cooked at my apartment on Wednesday!

So, last night I found myself in Nashville to see my friend Sarah's puppet show. Very strange, but very interesting. I think she should probably change her major though, because she will never make a living doing weird stuff like that. Anyway, I then walked outside and found myself face to face with this fire truck.

After that, Travis and I went down to Demombrean and walked into some bar where we stood out as the strangely over-dressed guys (we were pimping our suits). I see a marlboro guy passing out Zippo lighters (sweet) and walk over to get one from him and see a very attractive blonde who is also waiting in line. Turns out she is a digital media major (like myself) and from Virginia, in the middle of a cross-country road trip to California for an internship at Entertainment tonight. Not only that, but she is from Savannah GA!!! We sit around and talk for a good while, then she invites us to get in the limosine with them. So we do, and end up at Coyote Ugly, where Travis and I proceed to talk Nicole Hensley (her name) into getting on the bar and dancing with her sister Brooke.

Great night - although then her bitchy friends refused to take us back to my truck in the limo, so some guy that was also stranded due to the bitchy friend got us a ride back. So we drove home. The end. We grubbed on some Whitts BBQ at my place (its now four in the morning) and I drive him to his place, then call Whitney and crawl into bed with her, barefoot the whole time. I dreamed that I was getting Jelly Beans from some scary gas station, and when I tried to pay for them, nobody would listen to me, but as soon as I tried to leave, they chased me and tried to kill me for stealing the jelly beans.

Monday, May 23, 2005

So, I'm graduated, and thus have a little bit more time on my hands. I am going to try to start updating this more regularly, so my friends and family can freak out when they see what I do from time to time.

Emily concentrating on the artwork at hand.

Girls Painting me - life's tough, isn't it?

Thursday, April 14, 2005

It is entirely too early to be alive for Don, once again. I don't have class until 11:20 - So I am sitting here trying to decide whether to be a slacker and go back to sleep, or sit here and get my internet junkie fix for the day. My eyes burn pretty badly, which might be my own way of expressing the extreme need to go back to sleep. I think I will. Haha, Tyler cut my hair last night, AND I shaved my beard. Yay.

Monday, April 11, 2005

My Roomate is a Pilot. Go Dustin. Posted by Hello

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Don's random ramblings

relationships, marriage, tennis, old man, dad, clark, law school, art, expression, money, love, lust, loss, failure, success, happiness, connections, cycles, circumstance, happenstance, situational, proximal, desperation, insecurity, soul-mates, religion, cop-outs, "my fancy car and my bank account". . . . god, where is this going – take a look again, everyday things change, but basically they stay the same . . . Things can feel so right, and so wrong, but in what form or fashion do we sort out a feeling when we experience both right and wrong at the same time. I’m at a point in life when I have to make some decisions, but that is exactly what I’m thinking about – why is it that I feel like I have to make decisions now, more so than any other day of my life – shouldn’t things flow like water in a stream, around obstacles, together, separate, then back together again, but constantly moving all the while. . .

Is is the security of law school I’m attracted to? The power? The money? I’m sure it’s not fun. What keeps me from being able to let go and not constantly be searching for the security which would provide for me means to start a “family.” How do I know the difference in this fairy tale or that one? I’m spread too thin, so many waiting, wanting, calling, being there – it opens up so many avenues but you can only go down one at a time right, unless you just pull in real quick and turn around to go to the next one. In this neighborhood, how would you ever be able to decide which is the right road to go all the way down, or the right career, or the right girl, or the right decision, the right phrase, the right word . . . the right spelling?


Its hard to look back and realize that you have continued to make the same mistakes over and over again while you lie to yourself and believe that you’re actually learning.