After I forced myself to partly organize my films and pictures, something ridiculous popped up. An album by Beirut is somehow magically internally shifted. I was looking for a song called "The Penalty", should be number 7, but it is renamed after the next song, the next song is renamed after the next one and so on. The last song is renamed as "Track 13". I almost got angry for the 10 minutes wasted before the realization that I watched not one but two "Resident Evil" movies today. While still way better than the latest "Transformers", there's this urge I should start watching the "good" films.
The plan: science fiction Monday, drama Tuesday, "highest ratings on IMDB that I haven't seen" Wednesday, "suggestions by smart classmates" Thursday, "you should be out partying" Friday (aka, nothing).
Still baffled about the dreams creating a long-lasting effects. The images I saw a few nights ago are more concerning than my living above means and the personal bankruptcy.
I am fucking close to start listening to shitty overemotional music.
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