--Note--
Is the lead actor in Torque the same guy who played Isildur in FOTR?
Is the Mathieu Kassovitz who directed Gothika THE Mathieu Kassovitz in Amelie?

I may or may not have made a mistake, or broken a resolution. Not that I care about that, duh, ("broken" being affected and pretentious, like gasp! I'm not allowed to fail) but was it inevitable? Such an aptitude for self-creating trouble, if it be counted as trouble. To show it, I SHALL QUOTE A WILL YOUNG SONG.

I think I'd better leave right now
Before I fall any deeper
[Young, Will, Leave Right Now, PopIdolEuroPop, UK, 2004]

My brother is watching taped American Idol upstairs and laughing fit to kill himself. My mother is telling me to keep my clothes for the 1903207th time (saying that as proof that I Don't Care who sees unkept clothes). It is Friday! Do you think the strangled-goat version of Ain't No Mountain High Enough is available for download (not saying that I'm actually planning to download)?
Wednesday I ate delicious beehoon at the Central Narcotics Bureau (that was a couple times better than anything consumed at CAP "teas" or "receptions", more affected words). I also saw a urine-testing machine and a Powerpoint presentation about caning. I wish I'd stayed in school for the altruistic reasons. Mona is a very nosy and gossipy woman. (What's the probability of her reading that? Is she likely to type her name into Internet search engines? Can she use a computer?) She also seems to realize that I fall asleep in her lessons FOR A REASON, i.e. she's BORING. Either that or I stayed up too late watching reality TV.
Yesterday the CWC ran a v. successful PR campaign. J1s literally leaked out of TS2, ate chocolates, answered questions about authors and poetry, and listened patiently to monologues (or monologue). Fully began to comprehend the idea that there are benefits in a similar-interest club, delayed reaction, YOU WILL LOSE OUT! I'M DEVASTATED! Andrew likes to draw Unidentified Objects. I'm also a lousy secretary. HO! SELF-IMPORTANCE! (I realize that I am shouting and deadpanning a lot.)
I think I could listen to the LOTR soundtrack for the rest of my life and not get sick of it. My sister likes to blah blah blah about trumpets and French horns and preferring 'em to clarinets, and flutes, though the latter are beautiful instruments, but anyway, the music could wash you away for ever. Or whatever, you're swimming in it.

That's what makes the difference today
I hope you blow away
I hope you blow away

Sang a sad and jaded man, but maybe the IDEA of being sad and jaded is more interesting than actually being sad and jaded.