Dear Diary, I promise not to obsess.

I guess seeing Keanu in Bill and Ted makes me ask myself certain questions, one of them being: This is me, these are the shitty things I did before The Matrix, these are the skeletons in my closet I have to live with, you either love me for now, or you love me iincluding my past, if not for the present would you love me otherwise.

I really do not know the answer to that question. Because I promised not to obsess. That's just it. But if I were I would say, either way, YES. But that's just me.

On another somewhat related note.

Details Magazine is for men, yet it's one of my newest and best conquests in my subscription fascination. It reads like Rollingstone before they sold out--yes, at the moment I am rethinking renewal of my subscription--and its fascinating the issues they discuss, which seem almost abominable in a female magazine or a general population magazine.

This is one excerpt from their interview with Rachel Weisz, May 2003, it's so scintilating, that I wish I could write like this:
It begins:
For someone who hates attention, Rachel Weisz certainly knows how to make an entrance. It begins with her not entering the room at all. Standing outside a quietly posh restaurant in her London neighborhood, she peers through the window between two brown-gloved hands. Her strikingly pretty face---a revlon face, no less--looks disconcerted, even pained. She walks away, walks back, peers in again, and walks away once more. Suddenly, she bursts in, strafing the joint with charmingly abashed apologies....Weisz's own aspirations are fairly mild, at least by Hollywood standards. She lives contentedly far from L.A. mania and doesn't even like to talk about the idea of celebrity.
"It's sch a boring fucking subject," she says. "Who cares? We live in a culture that's fascinated by it, but I don't want to expound my theories on it."


This is plenty. I agree especially with the last bit, it encompasses everything all-American; their fascination with pop and media culture. It is way to overzealous that it takes control of their normal everyday thought. The little things are left ignored. That's why I have promised not to obsess.