it's "good day sunshine" not "goodbye sunshine" by the beatles. haha, no wonder i thought that song made so much sense.

today i woke up and played pokémon. last night i named my bulbasaur (which is now an ivysaur) MRCHOPKIDS. i caught a pidgey today, and i named him INSPEKTA (the stupid bitchfuck naming system in the game doesn't have numbers, so it wouldn't let me have "INSPEKTA17"), as well as a caterpie which i named LUCOMOTION. i expect to get a pikachu soon, since i've only arrived in viridian forest this morning. i'll probably name that guy TANSAMBO or something. if i get a water-type pokémon anytime soon, i'll probably name him RAINMAN, and i'm planning to name some of the other pokémon i catch as SETH and TYREE.

gotta' catch them all.

i went to the library and borrowed two dvd's and three books. the dvd's are alice's restaurant and american yakuza, and the books are the candide by volitaire, franny and zooey by j.d. salinger, and catch-22 by joseph heller. i can't remember if i just skimmed through the last of the two mentioned, or if i actually read them. it didn't really matter to me during my freshman year whether i had or not.

yesterday seth came over and dropped off donnie darko. the first time i saw this film i was at roger's house, and byron was there. there was too much glare on the television, so i couldn't really get into it. i think someone needs to explain to me the whole time-travel thing, because i dun. gut. it.

you know, you can read a lot of philosophical essays on the matrix website. it's pretty cool, if you can stomach the bullshit.

i also forgot to mention that i have several of roger's dvd's at my house, and i've been going through them a little bit. the deer hunter, the french connection, dr. strangelove, and easy rider are all sitting on top of my television because unfortunately my parents don't think i should be mincing my mind into mush by watching these films instead of doing my homework.

and boy does my mind go to mush.

i also have anthony's stand and deliver. i can't wait until pedro almodovar's talk to her is on dvd. i've been waiting for that, as well as roman polanski's the pianist.

stupidfuckofafuck i think i'm going to become a doctor or an engineer and go to film school afterwards or not go to film school at all and just make movies out of what i already know and who gives a fuck definitely not you shit!

umm... yeah... it doesn't matter how far you've come away from the masses since even the most idealistic of ideals are materially invested in dirty, dirty pop.

i hate stupid bitches who lament like they know shit!