It's an entry about nothing

I fucking hate how stupidly profound and accurate The Breakfast Club is. Struck a chord though.

I figured why I was averse to watching it was because I don't like watching or reading about people who echo eerily similar personality traits or problems. I'd much rather be one of the characters from the other movies I watched yesterday - a gunslinger from Unforgiven or a gangster from Snatch. Just goes to show you, we'll do anything to avoid issues or something of that sort. In this case, aspiring to be a cowboy or a diamond thief.

Corny ass ending though, but I'm very glad I watched it. Reminded me of RYLA, to be honest. The whole, pouring your heart out to strangers thing is just as therapeutic as it sounds. What I wouldn't give to relive that week. Guess I gotta settle for the next best thing, this stupid John Hughes movie.

Damn The Breakfast Club. I hate it because I love it.

I hope the rest of the movies on my queue provoke more shit like this. That's why I'm looking forward to The Matrix.

PS. John Bender is one cool dude.