Yay. I look good today. In an act of desperation, I tried to go see Tito at his job today, but he wasn't there. (Not really. I actually ran into the mall only to go to See's Candies with my parents, who had a free pound coupon.) I went to visit my folks after work today. They were both home when I got there, and so we went to the bookstore, where I was very good and made no purchases. I was quite proud of myself. I did, of course, write down five books that I really need to get that I promptly added to my Wish List at Amazon (in case you're feeling in the need to shop for me.) Plus I started reading Antonin Artaud's Theatre and Its Double and I need to finish that book. It's awesome. The preface felt, in scope, like Theatre of the Oppressed. Tonight I'm gonna go see Bon Voyage at the Laemmle Playhouse. I want it to be good so badly. I hope it does not disappoint. I also really want to see the new Ladykillers, but foreign flicks take priority over studio pictures, because I know I'll get to see the studio picture later if I want. I wonder if I can get anyone to see Fellini's I Vitelloni in Westwood sometime next week. Hmm.
Roommate just left. Yay. I love living alone... even if it's just for the weekend. The parents took me to Stuart Anderson's. It was fairly good. I did have a nice rare steak that I enjoyed. I also recorded the most hilarious voice mail message that I think I'm gonna have to delete in two days or so... it is too controversial. But it made me laugh, so I kept it.
I'm sorry I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong. That I know that I am, I am, I am the luckiest. My new fucking favorite song.
I promptly moved an F.W. Murnau movie to the top of my Netflix list. Hopefully it will arrive tomorrow. This Murnau was quite a visionary, I am realizing, (ignoring the heinous portrayal of him in that movie Shadow of the Vampire with Malkovich.) Who knew? Sunrise has really stuck with me. My favorite part is the sequence with a drunk piglet. It may be one of the most charming scenes ever filmed.
I wish I were in love. Fuck those people who hold hands in the mall. I start hating on the breeders... but it's not really your fault. It's just that I am alone.
Ain't that some shit. Yay for James Ferguson. What a genius he is.
So guess who will be teaching movement, intermediate acting, and directing Mud next quarter! I actually know but I am not writing it on the web. Linda told me... whatever. She is so nuts that she says "would you teach a class if I hired you?" Well, yeah, Linda, I would, but why bother suggesting this if you aren't gonna follow through. It's a good thing that I stop myself from getting excited immediately. I mean, I know she's not gonna really hire me, so it's silly to think about what I would do if I got hired. No skin off my nose, I guess. Whatever.