Also.

You know how in The Tell-Tale Heart the dude goes nuts from hearing the beating heart of the guy he killed and stuffed under the floorboards?

So I'm not guilty of murder or anything, but I understand the encroaching insanity of hearing a noise over and over. The power went out in our neighborhood yesterday at about six o'clock, and ever since the power came back on, an alarm in one of the warehouses across the railroad tracks has been going off every 15 seconds. Alarm. Pause. Alarm. Pause.

I have a geography exam tomorrow, and I'm trying to listen to music instead of the alarm while I'm studying, but every couple of hours, I get really super pissed. Blood-boiling-insanity-inducing-screaming-in-a-low-guttural-injured-animal
-voice-with-a-red-face pissed.

Deja Vu, All Over Again.

Isn't deja vu the weirdest thing ever? I mean, what IS it?

I was just reading wikipedia's entry about triple rifts (in geography), specifically the one in the U.S. named the Midcontinent Rift System or the Keweenawan Rift which, I assure you, I have never read about before -- not in this life, anyway -- and I could remember everything. I remembered the picture of the cliffs, the smell of the candles burning (lavender) on my nightstand, and the song that was playing on my stereo.

I know there are a lot of theories on what deja vu actually is, but what do you think? I think your brain synapses get a little confused or something. Or maybe you can view your entire life before you're born like it's a movie, and you remember little glimpses of it when you're living it. But why, oh why, would I remember reading about the triple rift?

Unless -- the triple rift opens in our lifetime and swallows us whole. Yikes.