If you’ve seen Brokeback Mountain, this will be amusing, and even if not…still funny.

watch it

I’m off to Kevin’s friend’s house (the cool guy who I can’t remember his name). And me and Thomas are doing something tomorrow. I guess it’s TBA.

> Madonna - Forbidden Love
> Naoki Underground - Insertion

Tonight’s lecture in Cinema History was about Italian neorealism. Did we watch an Italian neorealist film? Of course not. That would have been logical. Instead, we watched Barfly, this movie written by Charles Bukowski. It wasn’t a bad movie, but it was totally nonsequitur to his pathetic attempts to lecture about realism. He kept making up words, as usual. I don’t think he can top “filmographic” though. That was pure genius.

I actually made a list of all the things that he lecture about that I already understood. Actually, I think I’m going to transcribe my notes just so you guys get a feeling of how mind-numbingly vapid this experience actually is.

Lecture topics I already know:

IMDB

Citing sources, plaigarism

The economic consequences of World War II

Neorealist film/theater

Charles Burkowski

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Protagonist? What’s that!

I will think Mr. Waldrat should be replaced with a bologna sandwich. I wouldn’t harbor any ill will towards a showboating charlatan sandwich who has no idea about the meaning of film.

God, if he repeats the phrase “you know” one more time I’m just going to scream “WE’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE TEACHING US!”

Anyway, I should stop complaining. Nowadays it just seems like I go out to the world, do things, then come back here and complain about them. Charley and I had some great conversations about the “caliber” of our classmates though.

Lately I’ve been feeling that I can’t relate to people. I mean, sitting in front of me were two people that by I sort of respected, Rachel and Sara, and I couldn’t think of a darn thing to say either of them. I need to become a fake extrovert. But then again it’s better to be silent to be thought boring then to open your mouth and remove all doubt. I feel self-involved. OMG! I have gossip though!

Okay, did I tell you guys about this random guy that kept hitting on Brian? Well I found out that it’s Cole, this guy who added me on MySpace weeks ago! I had no clue how it was that guy, so I just added him without a thought. Just thinking that that pudgy fuck was horning in on my man taps deep reservoirs of bitchiness that I thought had long faded. Bitch, he’s mine *snap snap* you better keep your clammy hands off! I was thinking of sending him an acerbic MySpace message, but I’m not 100% sure that it’s him. I will put his photo on my iPod and show Brian next time I’m down there to make doubly sure it’s the guy before I start a message war.

Today I was thinking of making Brian a little care package of sorts, with some tea lights (he is obsessed with tea lights) and the latest episode of my podcast on a CD. With my current effort level, though, I doubt any of this will happen. It’s the thought that counts, right? Eh.

Even though I’m around cool people all the time, I desperately miss Kelly. I think she said that she had Presidents’ Day weekend off. I should probably consult a calendar and tell those sphincters at my job when I’m going to be taking the week off.

I was feeling down earlier today, but then I started reading Jon’s MySpace profile. It was the best decision I could’ve ever made. I always feel like a mixture of Einstein and Oscar Wilde after fifteen minutes perusing that heap of jejune euphemisms and stale sitcom sentimentality.

Kevin called me a few hours ago, and I was eating, so I asked him to call back later. He wants to go out for coffee, but I’ve driven into town two times already today and I’m feeling a bit exhausted. However, with my new job status, I think I will only have to spend about an hour and a half there, which should speed my convalescence. Oh no, it’s Tuesday. There’s a lot of stuff to do on Tuesday, but I think I will still get out in record time. I need to stop ridiculing everybody for taking away my tasks and start rejoicing that there is less I have to do in that ridiculous hellhole.

I need to sit down and think about why I like/dislike my job. The only thing I like about it is that I get to work on a Mac, and that I don’t have to ever deal with money. I’ve heard enough of my friends’ horror stories about their drawers being $30 under. I only talked to Brian once today. I wonder if he was just super busy. He was probably testing to see if I would call him if he didn’t call me. Oh well. I had an excuse. I was at class.

Ooh! That Thomas guy just messaged me. We were supposed to have coffee last week, but he flaked on me. It wasn’t as if we had a day set in stone or anything, but he was supposed to call me and never did. I was looking forward to it about as much as Marie Antoinette to the guillotine (I’m not too keen on meeting new people), but he seemed pretty cool and if not it would at least be an ample seed for a blog post. I guess he’s a little more interested in meeting this week. What ever. I think I’m going to put on my iPod headphones and rock out to some Madonna. That’s always a good plan.

Let it be known for all time.

Shout it from the rooftops.

I totally fucking hate my job.