Muscle Museum

Things worth remembering about today:
Surrounding myself with Placebo's music in this morning's hectic trains on my way to uni, the intensity of the sound shutting out everything around me, floating along the platform with people staring at me because they saw me as being in a state of trance.
Thinking about the strange feeling of seeing familiar faces next to me, trying to imagine how I ever used to live without them being there.
Getting really self-absorbed with uni-life and perceiving the world outside as lots of moving shadows while the prof tries to define the word "problem", like we needed someone to tell us its meaning.
Falling in love with a song called Muscle Museum by a band called Muse and end up buying the whole album because it's simply music of the heart.
The enlightment that the replacement of a sick-green carpet cannot replace the sick-feeling itself but with the right people walking over it who cares anyway?
Someone complimenting my character after only having seen and spoken to me for five minutes, but apparently people like to believe they have a fabulous skill for judging other people and putting them into drawers. It's just that some people find little holes in the walls of the drawers and secretly climb on to other levels.