Hmm.. don't remember the morning that much. I think I watched tv, mostly. OH, actually, I was reading this book Angela lent me alongside with the Sandman book called "True Crimes". It basically told the story of a bunch of serial killers. Heh. I know, it seems like I'm obsessed with it, eh? I don't know. I just find it fascinating to study. I just can't seem to understand what makes a person lack that thing that stops us from doing heinous things to each other, y'know? Most of the stories I already knew, but this was the first time I got to read the whole Ted Bundy thing. Heh. It said he worked a short while as a volunteer at a suicide prevention hot line, and helped plenty. Sheesh.

It just... makes no sense. (Stating the obvious.) I think the most alarming to me is all these people who not only get and follow their urges to kill other people, but then go through such strange things to dispose of the bodies. The guy in England who killed men and kept them hidden under his floor boards and took them out every now and then and pretended they were companions, who then ended up storing body parts in suit cases, and later boiled the parts and chopped into tiny pieces and flushed down the toilet (that's how they caught him - the plumber got a little shocker unclogging the pipes, you see.) John Wayne Gacy who buried body after body in a tiny crawl space in his house. Etc, etc, etc.

Blah. Whatever.

Around 6 Jesse surprised me by coming by instead of calling, so I didn't get to shower, and with Charlotte we drove off to The Silk Road, I think? They showed me the poetry drawer (anbybody can, and have, left poetry in it, written on receipts and napkins and just about anything. It really is fun to go through it and read.). I don't know if it was what I had been reading that did it, but I just felt kind of off, and was rather quiet, I think, which they both noted, but ah well.

After a while we left and went to rent movies at Visart, and we ended up with "Don't Look Back" (I think?), which is an old Bob Dylan documentary thing, The Doom Generation, which is a really... weird movie with Rose McGowan of Marilyn Manson/Jawbreaker fame, and Lawn Dogs, recommended by Charlotte [and I got sucked in by the mentioning of Hal Hartley on the cover, though I now can't remember its context.], and went to her place.

Before we could watch anything, Charlotte insisted on listening to some Jeff Buckley (she is quite obsessed, and I'm not going to complain - I've had this odd Buckley thing going on since '97 when he died, I think... I read these columns written by music critics mourning his death and telling of his music, and I became a fan somehow without ever actually having heard anything by him. The first time I actually heard a bit was in Arizona, and now I meet Charlotte, and she's.. obsessed. We both get sniffly listening to Hallelujah .. *sigh* There's one note he holds for what seems like forever towards the end of it, and it just gets at me.

After that, we got ready for the first movie by listening to a bunch of Bob Dylan songs (It's starting to grow on me very much :), and so we started "Don't Look Back." Comments? It was real fun to watch, yes... Bob Dylan was quite nasty to two reporters which kind'a annoyed me, I didn't see it necessary, but then again, who am I? Charlotte's only complaint was "Okay ENOUGH with fucking Joan Baez singing, okay? Does she EVER shut up? LOOK at her, she's singing to the banana she's eating! STOP IT WOMAn! No wonder her dumped you!!" hehe, but.. it was surprisingly fun. And oh my. Bob Dylan _was_ quite, quite yummie looking when he was younger :)

Towards the end of it, Melanie showed up, and before we watched The Doom Generation we fluttered about Charlotte's kitchen making fake greek pizzas. (Basically, get those flat, round bread thingies, brush with olive oil, splatter tomato sauce onto them as a base, then some nice grated mozzarella, black olives, and feta cheese, swoosh into the oven at about 400 F for like 15 minutes or so (you'll know :), and voila! YumYum!) And then.. The Doom Generation. I don't know. Neither of us were very thrilled by it at first, except Charlotte who's seen it already. Melanie never really warmed up to it, Jesse.. nah.. I kind'a started to like it half way through, and when it was finished, all I can say is.. It was kind'a fun in it's spots, kind'a gross in others, and all together weird (HEIDI FLEISS? PARKER POSEY? MARGARET CHO??) Hmm. :)

Soon after that Melanie went home, and left we were with Lawn Dogs... Oh.My.Ghod. I TOTALLY LOVE this movie. It was SUCH a nice surprise!! :) Okay. First of all, if you haven't seen it.. you might want to check it out. I really, really fell for it. It's one of those off beat stories or whatever. Devon (played by the most adorable 10 year old girl, Mischa Barton) is a troubled kid who lives with her parents in one of those gated communities. One day she goes out to sell girl scout cookies, and ends up walking out of the communities' gates and into the woods where she finds a beat up trailer and.. Trent. Trent is the guy who mows peoples lawns. Trent is played by... THAT'S RIGHT! SAM ROCKWELL!

So there you have it. :) Sam (aka Sam, Sam, you wonderful groggy guy in an open pink shirt in my background argh!) Rockwell is.. argh. So. Good. So. Cute. Did I mention gorgeous and just a DAMN GOOD ACTOR? *sigh* (*grin* I wans't going to tell until tomorrow, but I got an e-mail asking if this was a guy I'd met during spring break and.. uh.. well, considering the picture, REALLY met. hehehe. I'm very sorry to say "NO, it's just one of my actor crushes!") I'm so taken by this guy that I'm opening up my Sam Rockwell fan page tomorrow. STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT. There isn't one and.. he deserves one. :)

Devon and Trent becomes friends, and the neat thing is it doesn't turn into a predictable Lolita kind of thing. Instead she hangs around him and tell him stories. I don't know. I don't want to give too much away. I'll just say 1) Hehehe, there's Full Frontal Sam diving off a bridge. 2) There's an ending so heartbreakingly beautiful and wonderful.

There was only one bad thing about it. The fact that me and Charlotte got so gooey. It turns out she's just as good as I at getting silly and star obsessed, so um.. we started to use the rewind button. A lot. Poor Jesse had to sit through 4 repeats of the end, 5 repeats of the imfamous dive, and numerous other repeats of cute moments where Sam just.. looked cute.

In fact, I think we scared him off, because he left soon after, and I stayed and got cosy on Charlotte's floor. Went to sleep? hardly. She showed me a movie called "Fall" by Eric Schaeffer, which was just... wonderful, and very sexy. He both wrote, directed and starred in the movie, and MAN... It was just so *good*, though definately a chick flick of sorts.. not at all cheesy, it's not that.. *sigh* I think the operating word is "sexy". Charlotte made us hot chocolate, and we sat there and swooned and nibbled on cookies and things from her sweets stash.

Sleep? Pah! First we went halfway through "Truth and Consequence" with/by Kiefer Sutherland. Lovely. And I'm totally beginning to dig men in pink shirts!:)