I want to fuck David Strathairn's brains out. Oh, and my film professor's too.
It's an animal instinct, I think. For those of you playing along at home, I've been super horny lately, and class tonight didn't help. There's something about the prof that is just so appealing. I don't know if "hot" is the right term...last time I called him "yummy" which is definitely the right term. But it's more than just that. It's like I can't control myself, I want him soooooo badly. Mmmmm.
[Side note: I sounded smart in class tonight by answering "The Big Chill" to a question, and I am now watching said film.]
As for David Strathairn...he's one of many celebrities that are too damn talented for their own good and make me want to wet myself every time I watch. Good Night, and Good Luck? Fabulous. Midsummer Night's Dream, A League of Their Own, LA Confidential...hell, even Home For the Holidays where he plays a repair man for about 40 seconds. I love him. And tonight we watched Eight Men Out (John Sayles film also starring Charlie Sheen, DB Sweeney, and John Cusack) and it was fabu. I want to have David Straithairn's children.
I was thinking tonight about my future. I don't know what the hell I want to do with my life, but I do know one thing....I must be involved with movies in some way. I know that makes sense, but it's more that just that. If you told me that I could never watch another film as long as I lived, I'd kill myself. No ifs, ands, or buts. I don't care if you gave me $600 billion dollars, and everything in my life was better than I could ever have imagined...I would throw myself off a roof, plug up my exhaust pipe, throw a toaster in the bath with me...I cannot live without films, movies, actors, the buzz, the hype, the greatness.
And maybe I can be successful, because above all, I'm a fan. There are very few movies that I don't like, no matter how good or bad they are. And Peter Jackson is a fan, and look what he's done.