Inception, again.

I fear, no matter how many times I watch Inception it'll always leave me completely messed up and dizzy. Meaning, yeah, I went to watch it a second time. At first it I thought it wouldn't be as bad as the first time, but then the ending came and blew me away once again. It's not even that it's really that mindfucking or complex, but something about it just makes me go ... damn. I haven't seen anything that inspirational in a while. (It's the soundtrack, I tell ya. The soundtrack.)

Oh, and I can totally see the Arthur/Eames now. - Not that I didn't see it before, but I guess I'm ready for a little shipping and fun now that I already know the story and can concentrate on other things. Eames' lips are nice things to concentrate on. Although I have to admit that I'm somehow developping a bigger crush on Ken Watanabe and Marion Cotillard. Fangirling: I'm doing it wrong, apparently. XD

No one mourns mosquitos.

I have two gnats in my room and I fail to kill them. One of those little fuckers sits on the ceiling right above me, probably laughing because it knows I can't reach it. *cries* I'm seriously considering sleeping in the living room for tonight. (I'm still traumatized from my 30 bites last weekend and they just started to heal, okay?)

ETA: HA. EAT SHIT, LITTLE MOTHERFUCKERS. (Translation: I finally managed to kill the little beasts.)