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my room, just planning on looking aruond. Status update, I suppose. The red walls are unchanged, the posters and decorations of old black and white movies are as straight as will concern me. I know there's nothing new on the computer, but I check it anyways. I have always hated walking into a room with no noise, so I always have music playing. I know I hear it, but it doesn't seem to register. However, the second I sit down, for whatever reason, it hits me. I've had Belle and Sebastian on repeat for days now. There are periods in which I'll listen to one group; Barenaked Ladies, Simon and Garfunkle, whatever. This month has been Belle and Sebastian. So, obviously, I've heard the song at least twenty times. For whatever reason, though, the instrumental segment of "I Love My Car" seems to get me. My heart knows a memory that my brain doesn't. The very moment I hit the leather seat my mood shifts. It's like I remember the feeling of past but none of the memories. It's a stange experience, to be sure, but one I'm glad to be able to have.
...Yeah!