I haven't been able to stop staring at this for the past 32 hours, at least.

The first time I saw this girl was about two weeks ago, and it was just her face in an animated gif. But now that someone has gone and put the rotating images to Eric Prydz's "Call on Me," I can't tear my eyelids from it. It's soothing and creepy as hell at the same time.

And speaking of Eric Prydz, if you haven't seen the video, I highly recommend that you take a quick look (A slight caveat, if you aren't into bouncy, happy, dumb-sounding repetitive stuff, or if you are one of those stuck up music people who hates fun, then just skip it).

I was given a compliment this weekend (is that how we say it? "Given" a compliment...? anyway), and whether or not it's true I'm unsure, but it interested me: she said that the thing she loves most about me is that I'm not opinionated at all.

As to the degree of my ambivalence, I don't know.

Maybe on the surface.

Maybe all the time?

Could this mean that I'm slowly getting older, more apathetic, and disinterested in the circumstances surrounding my life? At times, yeah, I feel like that's right, like I've lost a lot of the creative fire that defined me as a junior high and high school student. My thought process is now something along the lines of "What's there to get so excited about?"

This is a bad, bad thing, I'm told.

When I think about the future, I see the darkness and the flashing lights, and I hear the adrenaline infused pop music and I'm in the middle of it moving in slow motion with the thousands of people who have touched my life at some point; and it just never, ever ends, the driving bassline continually vibrating on and on and on...

And nothing means anything, and I'm OK with that.

...

I had a lot of flashbacks this weekend, and they still just snatch the breath right out of my lungs. It's amazing what a few moments of a song can do to bring back a lifetime worth of memories.