nap dyn.

this movie sticks out to me as a great great comedy that was dogged by people who refused to let it be what it was and not what they had come to hate as a cultural phenomenon. the movie was edgy (though not dark or vulgar), minimalistic, eerie, and hilarious. it was a movie that had never been made before and despite numerous attempts (i'm looking at you eagle vs. shark) will never be done quite so well. the characters were set up to overact yet seemed a bit underacted, creating a sublime flambe that goes down often without you even knowing the joke went down (like when kip e-serenades lafawnduh with twinkle twinkle, or the reappearances of glamour shots throughout the movie). while on one level it seems stupid, it is sooooo pervasively NOT COOL that it works, from the mid nineties haircuts, eighties fashion sense, wedding dresses at prom, uncle rico's football video and slap bass theme music, and haylie duff. i will reference the paste review of the new killers album day and age, napoleon dynamite refers to a time when there was no F in OMG and gossip girl was the less snarky OC. look back and the first time you saw it, remember how much you loved it, and forget about everyone going "gaahhhhd" and wearing "vote for pedro" t-shirts.

heppy pangivin

so, you may have noticed that i said i was watching color me kubrick last time i wrote something. this movie may have been the most intriguing movie i have seen in a while (not the best, but certainly the most intriguing). it tells the real-life story of alan conway, a confidence man who pretends to be stanley kubrick during the early eighties and nineties. perhaps the most troubling part is that alan conway was completely unlike kubrick; conway's kubrick was gay, clean shaven, garish, and did not know much about kubrick's films. he would simply wait outside of expensive houses where he told people to meet him and they would just go along with his charade.  

What would your life be like if you had an imposter, an imposter twice as glitzy as you, twice as camera hungry as you? would you be angry you have an imposter? happy that you are worth it? offended? what would you do? how much effort would they put forth? would you rather they try to be you, or just live the life you could but don't?  

i like to think that i'd simply be curious, i'd wanna see how they lived, ask them why they chose. hope that they weren't whoring themselves out as me. if they had ever sat out in the front of my house or apartment to meet people.

semi new blog

old:

there are two trey's. one is pretty out there and is bright and so many more adjective, best adjective: loud. there is another trey, quiet, timid, far more thoughtful but generally less outgoing. i am both. and i've noticed that i've simply been too loud lately. and i don't like it anymore. i need to get some new perspective. gone is the myspace, dormant is the facebook. i love you.

new (courtesy of blaine garrard):

for karl

the last week started off with a house party i co-dj'd on friday night (the 14th). it was sooooooo much fun and basically negated all the qualms i had about doin that sort of thing, everyone was mega supportive and nice and people really made an effort to come and say hey, got a ton of hugs. oh, yes, will bryant was super awesome in terms of being patient, i really only screwed up once by playing way too good of a song way too early. the girls of the house were also super about making us feel welcome and wanted us to play play and play, until the cops came. i took that as one third of a group compliment, (will and the girls get thirds as well) that people were staying and having a good time. we got done around two and i didn't leave till about 4. i stayed up til 5 or so just thinking about what had happened and what that meant for me.  

oh, that friday i decided not to go back to my apartment after class and instead ended up in columbus. i bought clothes at burkes outlet after finding blaine the raddest shamu luggage ever. the jeans i bought have created a serious internal debate between my 501's and 514's. the perfect jean for me is in the middle. the middle jean doesn't exist.

that saturday not much happened. that sunday not much happened. both days were devoted to homework and studying.  

monday was my birthday. on that day i received my new phillies hat that i had won in a bet. andrew le snapped them birthday pictures that would eventually become that GIF on my myspace, and even later will's advertising campaign. i was too busy so i didn't dj, but i did make it to lazy pixel, where i received a ceramic unicorn head from the pretty rad olivia and mary leigh. blaine began to grow a moustache for me. it looks like a weird gift someone gives you, that a husband would usually give a wife the opposite of. i got my speech done. well, i got it unedited done.

tuesday was alright, i had a map quiz, could have done worse, i didn't. i think i did something that night, it happens. i mostly studied though

wednesday i went somewhere, studied the calculus.

thursday i took that calc test. i had our last int'l relations sim day. it was the height of intrigue. i went to will's gallery opening that night. he had barbeque, still does. it was nice, lots of people, cool people. i stayed up all night writing a paper, the library was quite nice, i was at the library for like 9 hours from 3-2 am, minus two hours at the gallery. i got the paper done that morning. its odd being up at such odd times. i watched a few episodes of the office, dan in real life, ratatouille. i was happy with all of my choices.

friday, went a party it got intense. good time overall. i slept during the afternoon. got up at 9:30. i handed in my southern politics paper, it was 20 pages long. stressful. that summed up my week. and it happened earlier that day, before the party. in about 100 minutes we invited our speech teacher to the party, it was wierd. she didn't come

saturday i went to noxubee with my friend lee for sunrise, as awesome as it was cold. gunfire all over the place. it was pretty wicked, a bit scary but wicked. i am ready for thanksgiving. i fell asleep at 9, woke up at 2. rested all day, watched rushmore, brilliant. went to a party that night, i didn't have the best time, i had a good time, but it was a lot of jerks. i wasn't angry, its just been a shitty few days. i didn't take it very professionally i guess. i went through high school all over again. i feel real lame. it just gets to wear down when you just wanna do your thing and theres this guy that has to make a point all the damn point. its one of 10, but no one speaks up. it was an alright time.

sunday. went over to johnny's, it was really the antithesis of what happened at the other party. i finally slept way later. woke up late, i feel like a douche. like, super douchey. mega ultra douchey. i'm watching eagle vs. shark. i actually liked napolean dynamite better, it just feels more complete, thoughtful, and original. my sleep schedule thursday none

friday 4pm-930pm

saturday 9am-2pm

sunday 5am-3pm

i'm terribly sorry

but to me you weren't worth remembering your name. you put up with my confusion, clammy hands, cold weather and the fact that we had just met, and i couldn't even care enough to remember your name. i remember the names of all types of people, but not yours.

maybe its not that i'm shallow, maybe there is a legitimate excuse, i met a bunch of people, it was loud, and i was learning a dance i knew nothing about. but thats not right, you were awesome to me and i should have treated you with more respect and if i can ever fix it, i hope to god i do.

i can't consider myself respectful unless i feel like working on that inexplicable 10%.

i'm dj'n tonight

it might suck, i don't think so though. i feel alright about it, a rarity. my stomach feels pretty bad. that may be the one thing that gets me tonight. almost definitely not gonna be dancing. i have to say that i love the music, and i love the feel, but i need the money otherwise i'd just be an observer.

i'll write down then post the set list if its worth bothering with.

i really wanna dump my myspace. the relationship simply isn't working out anymore, i need more than its giving me, everything is better of xanga and facebook, its just not worth it anymore, i may keep it just to make sure i can listen to all the music. i may not, but i really feel like it. it's just sooooooooooooooo impersonal, people never really talk on it anymore and its just so dead that i'd really eat at the carcas of xanga and the teat of facebook rather than the plague infested myspace where all my friend requests involve some slut wanting me to view her camera and chat on microsoft.

i feel like i might be growing up. screw that. oh, blogspot is fun too.

new dude

lets get everyone to table and work it out, thats why i voted for barack obama.  

tired. up at 7! screen printing party tomorrow night. i assume at night at least.  

not many video's better than this, and thats just the way it is  

oh, and if there is somebody out there unaware of my ballin ass costume, here it is

halloweekend

my halloween weekend went great. brittany forks was in town. she rules. we went to the hooded deers halloween-a-bration at the princess. it was super high amounts of fun. i went as a shark. brittany gave me a members only jacket with blue sleeves and a white vest with green shoulder panels. i danced in my shark costume (it rocks) at the dance party, it was lots of fun. i met new people. it rocked my socks. that light monstrosity we made looked AWESOME, i need pictures of it like some kind of awful. actually i will look on numerous flickr's for possible results. andrew le snapped this tasty shot, but it does not get the light board.

 

during the next day me and brittany went shopping, she bought a pittsburg pirates hat, and some sweet halloween vandal low tops

 

the hat shopping made me

 

that night we (+ jamen berk) went to fonteween, and had an AWESOME time, met quite a few cool new people, we stayed with some, rode with some, danced with some, it was oodles and kaboodles of fun. those kids are awesome, not quite the same as southport, starkville, but still wicked rad. i love my life, things are really looking up for me.