Today I finally watched My Own Private Idaho.
I didn't like it while watching it, and when I was done.
But afterwards I realized how much I love River Phoenix's character.

The movie affected me in a deeper way than any movie I can remember,
but not in a good way.
No epic feeling, no sad-epic (waking up from good dream) feeling,
just a sad/angry one. (I was in such a good mood before too)
Phoenix's death 14 years ago doubled it.
Plus I had just read Another Country, Rufus being another man I loved.
I just saw such inevitability.
I didn't bounce back to normal until The Naked Gun.

Last class at Columbia, at least for a couple years.
Excited about fbking ppl via the group.
A few cute ones, though the cute ones (see below) are listed as straight.
I'm bound to take them by their word, though GAYDAR says otherwise.

GAYDAR is faulty anyway; the only way to know, is to catch them checking someone out. A few may have been, but it may have just been counter-checking, a straight thing.

One grad math student stood out to me before, the 5'10.5" John Baldwin.
Today his loose-ish shirt belied his previously aspied musculature,
but I was still caught by his eyes and face (and ass; narrow enough),
sorta like Kellan Lutz (of Dickinson, ND),
but with a prettier and less european/preppy face, and bluer eyes.
He was flirting with a 6'3" guy with great shape but unspectacular face.
His dad apparently was there too, shaking hands,
less tall, much less pretty, 50s--strange.