It's Monday already. I need to finish my lab report before sunrise. No, it's not due until this Friday.

I don't feel like sleeping.

And in this early hours of the morning, one could do a bunch of weird things. I was looking through my own facebook profile (sad, I know), and I noticed that I wrote Fight Club as one of my favorite books. Unlike others who listed the Da Vinci Code as one of their favorite books (yet only managed to finish the first two pages), I actually read Fight Club. Twice. What does that has to do with the Da Vinci Code. Nothing whatsoever. I was just being incoherent.

I should change the name of this blog. iNcoherent. Or iMumble. Or iSuck. You get the idea.

What the hell is iRectify anyway? You know, if you read iRectify slowly, and by slowly I mean slooooowly, it's pronounced erectify. Oh, HAHA, look at me, I made a sexual innuendo, right there. Yawn.

So where was I? Uh.. I'm not sure. I think I'm about to crack. There's just so much stuff going on inside my head right now, I think I'm about to go boom. Not in a sexually meaningful way (if you know what I mean, but I'm guessing not), but in a .. teen-angst-I-wanna-blow-up kind of way. Think about it, I'm about 5 months away from turning 20, so that gives me plenty of time to kick ass as a mumbling, angst-ridden, miserable teenager.

And bam, as soon as I blew the candles on my 20th birthday, I'll change to being a responsible adult, with a set of moral values and beliefs in the system, throwing away my idealisms and preconceptions, and follow the flow. Right after I blew the candles, just like that. Heh.

Anyway, where was I? Fight Club. Yes. So uh, I was looking for the novel on eBay (I borrowed the book from Rowdy White library, read it twice, then returned it just the day before it's due. Whatever, TMI there), and guess what I found?

A huge catalog of commercialized stuff based on the franchise. Videogames, branded jacket, a book on the real fight club, dvds, vhs, more videogames, posters, autographed photos of Brad Pitt..

Then I browsed for Trainspotting. Same thing here, there's a whole bunch of product lines based on the movie (and the book too, I guess.. but then, again the novel wasn't as big as its big screen adaptation, especially with Obi-Wan Kenobi playing a lead character..)

What else? George Orwell's 1984.

Chuck Palahniuk's Choke.

Che Guevara t-shirts.

One of these days, I'm going to wear a Britney Spears t-shirt. A pink Britney t-shirt amongst a crowd of faux Che Guevaras. But eh, I'm getting too old for these kind of statements and idealism. After all, Idealism is for teenagers seeking a purpose in life, and once you grow up, you realise that it's not worth it.

So, it's time to go to work, earn shitloads of money to buy stuff that you don't need to be happy, then you go home, you sit in front of the television watching reality tv and wishing you were younger and more fit, then you brush your teeth, say goodnight to your kids, get into bed, pray to your God, dream, sleep, wake up. Basically being a good sheep.

Baa.