I'm taking a break right now from the everlasting task of cleaning my room. Sometimes I realize that there's really no point since it'll be back the way it was in just a matter of weeks. Of course it's not like I don't have any other thing to do, but I don't think I can get any work done with all this mess lying around. But when I'm done, I'll be too popped to do anything else. Hmm... I watched The Last Samurai for the third time yesterday. I really like this movie, and I don't care if I waste my cash watching it over and over again in the cinema... till I get this out of my system, it's the only strategy I can think of. If I can travel back in time, I'd kill whoever invented gunpowder and the sort. I mean, what were they thinking? Guns don't necessarily need skill and it's such a cowardly weapon...to shoot someone from a distance. On second thought, if I could travel back in time, I'd stay there, or in in any other timeline in the past, just not this one. I Imagine, that back then, people actually did something more with their lives. It would be nice to have something to fight for or live for. Nowadays, people get their doses of life from movies, books, rock bands and such. It's like media is this drug, and we are the addicts. There's more life in a two hour movie than I probably will have in a decade and there's more character to be found in a cartoon than in most people I've met. Hmmm... I think I'm starting to get depressing again. I guess I'll end it here and go back to my exciting life of books, papers and dirty laundry.