I have this sick obsession with Shia LaBeouf. Maybe it's his rage or his cockiness (all obvious indicators of a seriously demented person) but I've loved him since Even Stevens. So, naturally, when he teams up with Sigur Ros (only the best) my obsession only thickens. It's awkward and beautiful and painful. It's the kind of drama (pain and beauty) that doesn't exist in real life. And if it does, it's not this beautiful because our lives aren't soundtracked by Sigur Ros. Well, mine is, yours isn't.