remembering Andy Warhol:the guy who made voyeurism sounds cool

i don't know whether these 2 photos are copyrighted or not, but i'm putting a disclaimer anyway. i need the amazingness captured in these photos to bring in a much-needed serenity.

i'm depressed.

no, i'm not kidding, i really am.

i guess all those reading about serial killers, murder cases and all articles about the Fritzl case really gets into my head. i stopped reading about them a while ago but then i stumbled into an article about Sylvia Plath's son's suicide which is depressing since she also committed suicide by gassing herself. by then i already got too paranoid for my own good. i also developed hypochondriasis tendencies and am afraid to leave my house for fear of something bad will befall me.

i really got it bad.

this is not the first time i write about my interest in murder cases (thank you, CSI), especially the unsolved ones. i'm fascinated by the remoteness of conscience and logic from these monsters and the people directly and indirectly connected with the cases. you'll be surprised to know that most of the cases had gone on for far too long because of the authorities' incompetencies, e.g. Jeffrey Dahmer, the Yorkshire Ripper and Nurin Jazlin (i still believe you're alive, honey). but as i delved deeper and hopped on from one case to another, the gloominess kept gnawing on my soul. i tried to watch a movie to calm myself, but then most of my movies collection require a clear mind in order to keep up with the storylines. i pride myself as a movie enthusiast too much that i forgot to include a stupid movie or two just for situations like this (translated:no Twilight). i tried to watch Little Miss Sunshine, but then i remembered about the dead grandfather and that fact made me depressed, again.

i turned to music after that. while listening to Morrissey's That's How People Grow Up, i remembered that he might be asexual, just like Andy Warhol which reminded me of an article about Angelina Jolie that claims she dabbles in bestiality. after that, my nerves just snapped. even Rodrigo Santoro failed to do what he usually did; cheered me up and made me all tingly.

i really need to stay away from the internet. these stories are corrupting me. before you know it, i might get the notion there is a secret movement that tries to snuff me from the earth.

now you know how bad it is.

thank God i'm going out tomorrow. i don't know how long the feel good time will last, because i'm going to pay my exam fees tomorrow. all those money paid might make me depressed again, you know. 

okay, i really need to stay away from the internet.