i spent a solid 20 minutes last night watching shia labeouf sleep. it was only around the 21 minutes mark that i began to question why i just spent a solid 20 minutes watching shia labeouf sleep.

i love shia labeouf. when i was in fourth grade, we had to read holes and when we watched the movie i loved him in that. then, i loved him in transformers when little ten year old me had a little crush. when i made my first instagram account and - like everyone else - i thought i had the most amazing eye for photography and i was trying to be all artsy and creative, i loved when he wore the paper bag on his head because i thought i could recreate that and help break society's walls. and, of course, i will always love actual cannibal shia labeouf.

#allmymovies was awesome. such a simple idea but, damn, it was cool. i have a lot of respect for him for doing that. maybe it's different for actors, but i cringe whenever i see myself in videos. hell, i can't even read over my own writing without wanting to douse it and myself in oil and burn away the lame.

at the same time, why did i even care? why was i watching this dude laugh, think, sleep and - for the most part - just stare blankly at something that i couldn't even see? i don't know, but it was a good way to spend the time that technically i should be using to study for the exams that i am currently undertaking.

i can only imagine what shia labeouf would have been thinking as he watched himself become younger and innocent and wonder why he started acting in the first place. and i respect him even more for putting in the even stevens movie. that's dedication.

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