Tuesday, May 03, 2005

finished school and started work. i'm fucking exhausted and my job is boring as all hell and i'm thinking that all the summer writing and reading i had planned to do is now going to go up in a fiery shit-fire because i'm too tired to do anything when i get home that doesn't involve snapping one off and promptly falling asleep as the tissue hits the floor.

watched a movie last night, Mean Creek, about a bunch of kids who intend to play a joke on this fat bully that's been bullying people by way of taking him to this river and forcing him (or so the plan goes...) into jumping in nude and running home. but, (spoilers ahead) the kid dies when the other guys push him in. all in all, great fun. the movie is supposed to be one of those "challenge your stereotype" films, stereotypes about obesity and bullying, especially, it's supposed to make you think, and it's supposed to make you cry (or some other similar sentimental response). but all the way through i kept thinking that if i were to be sitting there with friends of mine from home rather than friends of mine from school (and the two breeds are markedly different), i'd be cracking jokes and laughing my ass off instead of observing the quiet solemnity of which my school friends were authors. and i'm not saying that i think my school friends are wrong to feel that way, or that i like them less, or that they're less like me -in a lot of ways we're more alike- but they are different and watching this movie underscored that sentiment. gotta go.