November 9th, 2005


I sleep with this new girl I'm still getting used to...

So I realized I didn't have any icons of Johnny Depp...a huge overlook on my part. So I made some. Alright, I made five.

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I was going to add some sort of words on them...but then I realized that Johnny Depp is far too beautiful to deface his icons.

[In case you need the reference, the first two are from Pirates of the Caribbean, the third is Ed Wood, the fourth is his character "Bon Bon" in Before Night Falls, and the last is just a still.

Dear god, he is hot.
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Zebras are reactionaries, antelopes are missionaries...

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.

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