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Whose sounds are weak and hollow… Typing this entry to see if I can get a few demons out of my head… Mental exorcism they call it… REM’s Monster is playing in the background… Vanilla Sky sits on top my bed awaiting me… Or maybe I’ll just continue reading Paulo Coelho’s Veronika Decides To Die (I received it in the mail today and have read half way through it)…

There is one experience that I had been meaning to share for the past three days… Last Wednesday I stayed late at the office, trying to close a couple of files that needed submission by the next day. Since I had left my CD case in the car I decided to play the radio, cause I hate being alone and in the midst of silence. Once I finished I logged on to blogger and typed a short entry at my other site, which I entitled “Life of something like it.” At the moment I didn’t really know why I picked that sentence, but immediately I thought of the Angelina Jolie movie from about two months ago.

In case you wonder what I’m talking about, this is the movie in which the protagonist meets a street prophet who tells her (on a wednesday afternoon) that she is going to die the following week on Thursday. What follows is a trip of self discovery for the ambitious, self centered protagonist, who thought her life was pretty full, but realises that it isn’t so. In the meantime she finds her real self, says goodbye to a relationship that was dead in any case, re-discovers life, and turns her entire existence into something new.

I had seen that flick with my sis and wondered at that moment if the DVD was due for release anytime soon, since I actually liked it a lot (cheesy and simple but uplifting). As I am checking Amazon for the street date, commercials were playing on my radio station. Suddenly the commercial for Life Or something Like It comes on… I clearly hear the part when Jolie is told of her imminent fate and I froze in place. For a second I thought I was having some sort of dellusion, an Ally McBeal moment, if I ever had one… But as I listened to the radio I realised that this was no hallucination, the radio station was playing a two month old commercial by mistake.

It goes unsaid that I freaked out. What are the chances for anything like that to happen? I truly don’t believe in coincidence. And when I heard the end of the announcement, stating “In theatres this Friday” I knew that this had to have some hidden meaning. I mean, that is not only odd but unlikely. First of all, I never listen to the radio stations at work, never. Secondly, I was listening to an urban station that never announces these type of white-middle-class of flick. And what has followed for the past few days has me thinking of something that many of you will call me crazy for saying it: I think I am going to kick the bucket soon… or something

Here’s a quick summary of life immitating art:
1. In the film, Jolie decides to end her pointless relationship. This takes place on what would be Friday night for the movie. Her boyfriend takes her to the baseball field where he plays. They break up. In the life of yours truly, he is invited to a baseball game, which takes place on Friday night as well. There he sees the object of his affection and after taking a good look realises that he’s never been loved (or even appreciated) by this person. In his mind he ends what had never begun.

2. One other coincidence: Jolie is taken by her friend to an amusement park. There she realises the joy that can be found in certain simplicities. In my case I end up going to freaking Orlando during the weekend. There, under the rain and sick to my stomach from too many iced coffees, I realise how much I used to enjoy being a kid.

3. As Thursday approches, Jolie makes plans to fly to New York for the opportinity of a lifetime. Today I received a letter from a school that I would love to attend, in regards to an assistanship in my field.

To make matters even more eerie, I received the aforementioned book in the mail today (I had been waiting for it for a month, since the distributor was out of stock). In it the protagonist chooses to off herself because she has lost the taste for life and can’t bear to see the horrors and injustices of modern society. She takes a bunch of pills but doesn’t die. She is however left with only a few days to live and rediscover the meaning for her own existence.

So… What’s going on? Is someone trying to tell me something? Or am ireading too much into this? Have I gone nuts? Is this entry getting too long and pointless? Whatever all this means I’m not sure. But if you return to this page on Friday evening and I haven’t posted something then maybe I have gone on a one-way trip. Yeah, I know… It’s all mere coincidence. I’m just a paranoid freak…