I'll jump right to the point today, this morning I watched BILLY JACK!
For those not familiar, it's a classic 70's "action" film but that's not really doing it justice. Picture one man, a white man mind you, in a sweet Indian hat, cleaning up a town of racists so that the hippie, pot smoking, theater loving American Indians can go into town for ice cream without being harrassed. Oh, and there's raping.
It's like Easy Rider fucked Roadhouse while Steven Seagal sat in a corner jerking off.
Yes, it's that entertaining.
I need to follow it up with Walking Tall, but for now I'm basking in my Billy Jack high. Love it.
2 of my screenwriting books came in the mail Friday, excited about digging into those. Class starts Tuesday. I tried reading some yesterday, but was so wiped out from my drinking binge on Friday, I couldn't focus. Which sucked, because I couldn't get it together to hang out with my friends, who made another day of it on Saturday.
I don't know if it's pharmacological, or I just was literally that tired, but I don't like the place I found myself in yesterday. Not just hungover, but wanting the day to be over. It's odd, I knew of multiple events to do, all day long in fact, but something in me just told me to shut it down and not go out. Self pity's not the right word, but maybe it's self preservation?
I do know this, when I shut it down and stay inside the house, I may not be doing "healthy" things, but I'm not getting into trouble either. I just wished I could find that happy medium. Maybe one day.
Hey, Bears won! Whoo Hoo!
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