I’ve got nothing here

I am the most boring human on Earth.

I absolutely did nothing this weekend which saddened me because it resorted me to begin thinking about my life and its stagnant nature.

Things I did this weekend:

1. Bought four dvds. Damn you Best Buy. I originally went to get the Old School dvd and check out two Soderbergh dvds I’ve been meaning to check out and to see if the price was sufficient ( Schizopholis and Full Frontal). They had neither of the dvds. However, they had a sale: buy 2 dvds for 20 bucks. Holy shit…I’m in line buying Old School, A Clockwork Orange, Ocean’s 11 and American Psycho. I was sad yet happy. Sad that I shouldn’t have spent that much money and happy I would have something to do when I got home.

2. I bought two cds…each $9.99 at Tower Records. I bought an old MEST cd and an old Joe Jackson cd.

I told Mike (computer guy) that my favorite band/singer…(whatever) was Ben Folds and he said “Oh, he is the Joe Jackson of our time” and I was like..”Who?” so I decided to purchase it and I could see what he meant.

Joe Jackson is seemingly Australian or British. He plays the piano (not as rocking as ben though) and although the song my have happy lyrics, there is a bittersweet melody backing up those lyrics.

Joe Jackson made me sad for two reasons: 1. A song called “Breaking us up in two” which is a song of a couple wherein they need some time apart to discover new and different things that would not normally do together. I think the lyric that made me cry (inside, of course) was “Why are you crying? Why are you hurt by what I said. I am not saying we are through. I am just saying that we should break up in two” Or something to that effect.

This song also made me wish I had a boyfriend so I wouldn’t be such a loser on weekends. This is crappy.

3. I bought two books: The Catcher in the Rye (p.s. I bought all these things on different days during the weekend) and the Matrix and Philosophy.

How I spent my Sunday.

Woke up at 9:30 a.m. and watched Ocean’s 11 about 3 or 4 times. The first time to watch it. The second time to listen to the cast commentary, the third time to watch the director and cast commentary and the fourth time to listen to the cast commentary again.

I decide to take a nap (it is about 3p.m. now) while watching American Psycho.

I then watch Old School twice…once all the way through and a second time to listen to the cast commentary.

I then read the Matrix and Philosophy and got depressed that my life literally has no meaning and according to Descartes, there is no certainty to anything or our life experiences.

I get further depressed reading the Catcher in the Rye…because it is a depressing story.

I then decide to stuff myself with Popeye’s chicken and see how long it takes for me to drive to Mexico (about 20 minutes) and listen to Joe Jackson.

I am now bearing with the residualness of my depression and thought how I really don’t have much to go for nowadays and I am in no way going to make it in the film industry and my failure with men.

Needless to say, I need to stop reading philsophy and get laid.

But who cares anyway?

I hope this depression dissipates soon. I don’t like feeling this way. This puts a damper on any sort of humour I thought I possessed. I will write again when I am in better spirits.