The New Man of Movies?

Shia LaBeouf

America's new leading man?

I'm not so sure.

People, young women most assuredly, seem smitten by his demeanor. Many are excited about the second Transformers movie, and most hate him altogether.
I personally enjoy listening to him talk because you can clearly hear his intelligence. He's well spoken and proud of what he does. But the undercurrent of 'fuck-you', is what really gets me.

In many respects I don't think Shia is trying to live up to our wet dreams, or fantasies of marriage. He's not here to make you like him. He's not going to be in the next romantic comedy. Shia does his job, and, I believe, he enjoys it if only for the money. Maybe for the girls too, if this morning's episode of 'The Today Show' is something to go by.

Despite the media stuffing him down our throats and hyping him up, LaBeouf is a good actor.
Not our leading man, though many of you girls out there may differ. He's no Gene Kelly, nor is he a Leo Decaprio.

Maybe that is his appeal. A fresh face for Hollywood.

This week Shia LaBeouf is 25% more popular than last week, according to IMDB.com And On an obscure Facebook site, 'Where Are All the Manly Men?', Shia is the Manly Man of the Month.
One has to wonder what makes a manly man then.

I don't think Shia is going anwhwere as far as movies are concerned. Soon we're going to see him in movies to rival ones with Brad Pitt and George Clooney. Personally I'll enjoy seeing him in Indie films, and small projects, he brings something to the screen that isn't quite what one thinks of when expecting the traditional type of talent. He's a bit more raw than that.

We shall see, quite literally, what LaBeouf has in store for America. Let's hope its no more painful surgeries and drunken parties with the Cheetah Girls.

Vent

I have enough emotional baggage to write a FUCKING book.

What I've learned from my parents:
No one loves you
Don't expect much.

I feel like my brain is going to explode about every time I look at the woman who spit me out of her body.
I hate myself because of how much I love my family. That's the only reason all of all of this hurts.

Nothing has changed since I'd been 11. I can't remember a time when I felt accepted and wanted. EVER.
My mom made she I knew what a mistake I was.

Thank the gods I'm creative enough to channel this all into something. Writing and starving.

The pain inside my stomach eclipses every other pain. I know that I'm much better than the fat whores sitting around this house.

I'm going to disown my grandmother.