Rules Redux

So. I finally read the Bret Easton Ellis novel The Rules of Attraction.
I watched the movie a while ago. I blogged about it. I posted the Victor+Europe montage. I filled with admiration to be Lauren/Shannyn Sossamon.
So, found the book in a thrift store. There was one other book I saw penned by Ellis, but I only picked this one. If anything, after reading it I want to go back to college and think about how I can socially fuck with others while damaging my heart in the process.

I forgot how confusing and enjoyable life can be. I miss going to lectures where I laugh 20% of the time and don't understand the content the other 75%. The saving grace is the 5% that makes me feel confident to think I know what's going on because I fantasize about other things. The book was a different experience; getting to know all the characters intimately in their heads, understanding the motives and desires they truly have. It was better to imagine them as more attractive or scummy. What I also liked was the way the book and movie presented these events, all in a cyclical way. There is no true ending. They're all trapped in this perpetual depression and struggle leading to a less than pleasant result. Will hae to read the book again to feel like I'm having a not so shitty life.