The Godfather--TCB

I turned on the Godfather tonight in order to help me relax. I've probably seen the movie over ten times (a lot for such a long movie), and it's kind of scary how well I know it. At this point it's background music. I put it on and used it to kind of keep me company as I cleaned the room for the first time in god knows how long.

There's something about taking care of business that really helped me take care of business. I figure if Pacino can go through the trouble of murdering the heads of the five families, then I can at least throw away all the back issues of the crimson crowding the futon. I've been paying very little attention, and yet I know every little move that takes place. It's a sick obsession.

Maybe tomorrow I'll play Godfather II while I write my thesis. Or Goodfellas. I don't know that one well enough to tune it out, though. On the thesis front, I got some harsh criticism last night because I made a lot of claims and didn't back them up. The tutor said that she thought I probably had a creative writing inclination and that I should find a way to vent that because my writing is good and elegant, but there's no evidence to back up my outrageous claims. She said if I were Philip Fisher I could get away with it, but as RZC I can't. Well I say balls to that. So maybe I shouldn't even be writing this thing. And if my worst fears are confirmed and I fail, I'm ready to accept that. Academic writing just isn't my thing. It's probably about time I started creative writing again anyways. It's been a helluva long time. Or magazine writing. Keep your eyes peeled for my Advocate article. It was written in a hurry, but it's pretty fun.

Tonight we had a very adult night of fun. After senior bar it had to be. I think this is going to be my new thing. Uh-oh, Carlo's about to eat it. And if Carlo dies, can the Diane Keaton door close be far behind?