Sunday I slept until noon and finally left my bed over a half hour later when a friend of my brother's stopped by looking for him. After eating lunch and watching part of the Wimbledon men's final, I went back over to Matt and Carrie's, where we worked on the script for the next Funky Trunk movie. Ben finally came over, we all ate dinner, and then we went to bowling. It was damn hot, but we did okay, winning 2 out of 3 (and as Meatloaf would say, "two out of three ain't bad."). I had a 122 and 123 the first two games and i couldn't pick up spares. The third game I bowled nothing but spares (well, except for 1 or 2 strikes) and finished with a 175. We returned to Matt and Carrie's, where we celebrated by downing a case of Bud Light. I finally went home at 3:30.

I woke up this morning a little after 10 and my dad invited me to lunch with he and my mom. We went to Culver's and then my dad and I returned home. We just finished watching The Hurricane. I have little more to say about the film at this moment except that it it more proof that the Academy obviously doesn't know the first thing about acting, directing, cinematography, etc. I have long supported the idea that Jim Carrey was snubbed from receiving the Best Actor Award. Well, I now support Denzel Washington. I've long been a fan of Mr. Washington's, and after seeing this film, I believe the Academy did him a gross injustice (much like his character in the film) by awarding the Best Actor Award to Kevin Spacey. I have nothing personal against Mr. Spacey, it's just that any person with half a brain could see that his performance pales in comparison to that of Mr. Washington in The Hurricane and Mr. Carrey in Man On The Moon. I'll leave it at that. It's time for Jeopardy.