Flying Colors.

This was for sure a test of the Shia Shame. But I got through it, and now my resolve is stronger than ever, no more shall I waste time lusting after Louis Stevens. Last year, his running pictures sent me into a tizzy. This year...I had a minor two minute struggle, and then nothing. I think it was the pants that put me over the edge- I know they're good for running, but...ech. Weird.

This is for our dear amica Claire, who I know will find the sexy in these running pictures without any shame, and power to her.

Shia ran in the L.A. marathon on Sunday, finishing the 26.2 mile race in 4 hours and 35 minutes. He ran for charity, for U.S. Veterans as you can tell by his tank top (his father served in Vietnam).
-CE
Photo courtesy of JJ.

Morphed Shia Shame.

Shia Shame officially over. What was I thinking? Ech.

His shirt on the other hand...that I want. How cool is it? I wonder where he got it. The hat too, is cool.

Damn. I'm envious of what Shia LaBeouf is wearing? Maybe my Shia Shame has simply morphed into a different version- fashion Shame.

Back to the drawing board.

How long has this whole "my hand is in a cast" thing going to last anyways? It's been like, 2 years. Longer than a soap opera pregnancy.

PS- for those who care, he's reading Elephants on Acid and Other Bizaar Experiments by Alex Boese.
-CE
Photo courtesy of Pacific.

Eskimo Kiss?

Ew. Shameful. I am so shamed for my former Shia love. When is it ok for a guy to mack on your nose? Never. I'll answer that right now.

I look at these pictures and I'm like...why? How could I ever think this was hot, even secretly? Then I see this picture of the Diet Coke and that's hot. A man with a DC in his hand. I mean, there's the cig too. Catch-22 my friend, catch-22.
-CE
Photo courtesy of JJ.

Catch-22.

OMG. What do I do? This would happen. My shame crush and my real crush in a movie together. Competing for my affections.

Yeah, I just went full-on delusional.

But seriously, Shia LaBeouf and Ryan Gosling are apparently teaming up for "The Wettest Country in the World", a Prohibition-era crime pic that revolves around a moonshine gang in Franklin County, VA. It is directed by John Hillcoat, and is still in the talking phase.
-CE
Photo courtesy of JJ.

Shunned Shia.

Ew. Shia Shame is officially over. Nothing pisses me off more than people spitting in public. This isn't the old West. There are no more saloons and spitoons.

It's gross. Boys spit on the ground behind me at football games and I'm like...dude. Right here. I don't want to step on your idiot DNA.
-CE
Photo courtesy of Just Jared.

End to Shia Shame?

Finally, finally, finally. A picture that doesn't make me get all girly over Shia LaBeouf. He's looking kind of short, and his face is all bloated...not great.

Michael Douglas on the other hand...

Haha I kid, I kid.
-CE
Photo courtesy of Splash.

Non Aiuto Per Me.

There is something seriously wrong with me. I took one look at this picture of Shia drinking a Diet Coke and...I might have briefly passed out. I definitely began picturing our DC addicted life together.

Oh Lord. When will this Shia Shame stop? I swear, I think I'm over it, and the irony of my weakness drinking my other weakness does not escape me. FYI I only have two weaknesses, and you are staring at them.

Sorry about the title, I'm trying to use Italian. It means, "No Help For Me". Le sigh. I am in trouble.
-CE
Photo courtesy of Just Jared.

Vroom Vroom Vroom, You Make My Heart Go Boom Boom.

Haha I take any opportunity I can to fit in a Zenon quote to...anything really. I'm pretty sure at some point this year I will find a perfectly legitimate way to work into a paper.

Anyways, this is Shia Labeouf and that bar swill Carey Mulligan on the set of their new movie Wall Street 2. I hate to say it, but he looks like a bit of a baby in these pictures. For the first time since Disturbia I am totally called back to the Even Stevens days.

I have to admit, it's a bit of a Shia shame killer. Let's have less of this look. I shall try to erase this from my mind.
-CE
Photo courtesy of Splash.

Leather Jacket Shame.

Why oh why? I think Shia shame is coming to an end, and then I see him staring at me all sad and soulful. Through my computer screen that is. In that leather jacket...and I don't even care that he's smoking. Much. It's probably just for this Wall Street role.What do I care anyways? It's a shame crush, there are no rules. In reality I would probs go for Frank Langella there over Shia. Love Frank. Have you seen Frost/Nixon yet? You should.
-CE
Photos courtesy of Just Jared.

More Shia Shame.

Seriously- when is Shia going to stop wearing bandages on his hand? It's been for freaking ever. I mean jeez...

Alright already, you caught me- I just wanted to look at him. I am shameful, I know.

I'm going to get some work done now, I promise. Or Theo will yell at me.
-CE
Photo courtesy of Splash.