When the demon is at your door
I'm already so nervous that I spam my own journal so often with the least relevant topics and rambling trains of thought going nowhere that I'm fast starting to feel guilty.
We watched Milk, and while I didn't like it as much as I've liked some of Van Sants other movies, it was quite absorbing. I've never been much of a Sean Penn fan, but in this role he was very good. It was almost difficult to think of it as a performance, because his gestures and manner of speaking appeared so natural. It was a surprise how ordinary the movie was. And by ordinary I mean different from Gus Van Sants usual style. It's odd though how a very good movie about such a compelling subject, directed by one of my favorite directors and featuring James Franco whom I like very much, could still leave me feeling kind of lukewarm. I wonder if I'll wake up some night with a terrible, irresistible urge to see it again.
And now for my segue. It appears that Chris Evans would've liked the role James Franco was eventually cast for. From my quickly developing obsession with Chris Evans I can definitely tell that I'm very, very nervous, and extremely stressed out. In such times, when there're things that I really do not want to spend all my waking time thinking, my brain activates a coping mechanism. Which is getting obsessed with something or someone. While being obsessed I can function normally, but it very effectively renders me incapable of stressing. Whenever there's an idle moment with no tasks to carry out, leaving the brain potentially vulnerable to stressful thoughts, I'm instead overwhelmed by very vivid thoughts about whatever I'm currently obsessing about. As an experience it's quite incredibly intense, much like watching a film projected onto the retina. With the stress factors out of the way I stop obsessing. A year or so ago I got severely obsessed with Robert Downey Jr. for about a month when I was in a bad hurry to finish an essay. Now, what's most obviously stressing me out is Waseda. Either I stop spending nearly every waking minute thinking about Chris Evans by September 1st, or it'll take a bit longer. I'm somewhat worried about the prospect of not being able to think about much besides Chris Evans for a full year, though...
I guess I could've done a lot worse. I could've latched on a total dickhead. Chris Evans however seems like a nice enough guy. He even comes from a very liberal background, which I found a very pleasant surprise, because like Maikeru agreed, he kind of gives off this redneck vibe just to look at him, like he could've spent his youth driving around in a big truck, beating up faggots and niggers (derogatory terms used purely for emphasis).
I've yet again apparently become nocturnal. This isn't cool.
We watched Milk, and while I didn't like it as much as I've liked some of Van Sants other movies, it was quite absorbing. I've never been much of a Sean Penn fan, but in this role he was very good. It was almost difficult to think of it as a performance, because his gestures and manner of speaking appeared so natural. It was a surprise how ordinary the movie was. And by ordinary I mean different from Gus Van Sants usual style. It's odd though how a very good movie about such a compelling subject, directed by one of my favorite directors and featuring James Franco whom I like very much, could still leave me feeling kind of lukewarm. I wonder if I'll wake up some night with a terrible, irresistible urge to see it again.
And now for my segue. It appears that Chris Evans would've liked the role James Franco was eventually cast for. From my quickly developing obsession with Chris Evans I can definitely tell that I'm very, very nervous, and extremely stressed out. In such times, when there're things that I really do not want to spend all my waking time thinking, my brain activates a coping mechanism. Which is getting obsessed with something or someone. While being obsessed I can function normally, but it very effectively renders me incapable of stressing. Whenever there's an idle moment with no tasks to carry out, leaving the brain potentially vulnerable to stressful thoughts, I'm instead overwhelmed by very vivid thoughts about whatever I'm currently obsessing about. As an experience it's quite incredibly intense, much like watching a film projected onto the retina. With the stress factors out of the way I stop obsessing. A year or so ago I got severely obsessed with Robert Downey Jr. for about a month when I was in a bad hurry to finish an essay. Now, what's most obviously stressing me out is Waseda. Either I stop spending nearly every waking minute thinking about Chris Evans by September 1st, or it'll take a bit longer. I'm somewhat worried about the prospect of not being able to think about much besides Chris Evans for a full year, though...
I guess I could've done a lot worse. I could've latched on a total dickhead. Chris Evans however seems like a nice enough guy. He even comes from a very liberal background, which I found a very pleasant surprise, because like Maikeru agreed, he kind of gives off this redneck vibe just to look at him, like he could've spent his youth driving around in a big truck, beating up faggots and niggers (derogatory terms used purely for emphasis).
I've yet again apparently become nocturnal. This isn't cool.