Jennifer Connelly

is one of the most attractive women I've ever seen in my life. While definitely pretty, she's not the most gorgeous, but the way she talks, the way she looks at who she's talking to, the way she handles herself... I hope I meet someone like her one day.

I have mental blocks...

... and they are inhibiting me.
Need to figure out how to remove them...

3 great stories of the weekend...

Friday
Mo and I decide to make garlic bread. Mistakenly, we think that 5 cloves of garlic is 5 bulbs. Oops. Like fire. Not bad tho.

Saturday
UFC 70. We are bummed and outraged that Cro Cop gets knocked the FUCK out by his opponent, Gabriel Gonzaga, who used a flippin' ROUNDHOUSE KICK to the head! He took Cro Cop's only move and cracked him with it, right on the button. The way Cro Cop fell on his right leg was almost as bad as the crunch to the noggin that he endured. Look for it on YouTube. I'm sure someone has it somewhere.

Sunday
Crawfish dinner party for Neal's birthday, which is actually today. Don't know what the hell was up, but I was sweating like I've never sweated before. It was just coming down like a super leaky faucet. Everyone made fun of me, but it was good. :) Maybe it was that I cleansed my palate with a lime prior to eating. The corn was just... super saturated with the infused spice, too.

So I'm awed by God...

This week, I've been wondering how I'm gon' eat while spending the least amount of money. I'm kinda broke, and there's not a whole lot of my stuff left in the fridge. Yesterday, I was ok. Today, Eric calls and takes me to lunch (for my birthday, late, but still!). Then tonight, my badass roomie cooks and offers me and I oblige. W00t! Praises be to God!

Then I wondered "What about love?" and then it got me thinkin', and then I stopped.
:-P

NOTHING

but my center.

I need to stop. Please God, help me stop. I need to become more than that. More than my aching weakness. More than the pathetic individual I am.
Less weak.
Less emotional.
Less human.

If you take a life, do you know what you'll give
Odds are, you won't like what it is
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me
By the merciless eyes I've deceived

I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
But you yourself are nothing so divine
Just next in line

Arm yourself because no one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die

The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name

If you come inside, things will not be the same
When you return to my eyes
If you think you've won
You never saw me change
The game that we have been playing

I've seen diamonds cut through harder men
Than you yourself
But if you must pretend
You may meet your end

Arm yourself because no one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die

The coldest blood runs through my veins

Try to hide your hand
Forget how to feel
(Forget how to feel)
Life is gone with just a spin of the wheel
(A spin of the wheel)

Arm yourself because no one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die

The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name
(You know my name)
You know my name
(You know my name)
You know my name!
You know my name!
You know my name!

CNN: It's two weeks into spring, but it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

Haha, thought that was funny. But it IS cold as shit out there! Perhaps God is deciding to cleanse the US of its crap a bit. Wonder what's going to happen with the planned Easter egg hunt at Meyer Park later on today.

On another note, I'm bummed that GSP lost in his first title defense. Pulled a Carlos Newton. Suuuuuuck. GSP totally did NOT fight Serra the right way. You don't fight someone who weighs as much as you and is shorter'n you by 4 inches... by TRADING with him. That's like Rock fighting me. I'd die if I traded with Rock. AIN'T gonna happen.

*sigh*

So I'm gettin' ripped again. The smarts are comin' more easily. And I'm still feelin'... conflicted. Do I go one way that people know me best, or do I go back the other way that they also know, but fear more? A combination?

More importantly, no more complacency.

Things're pretty good...

... and they're only gon' get better.