I forgot to mention in my post yesterday that I finally got around to watching The Lord of The Rings trilogy. Which, I know, most of you are thinking, "How the hell have you never watched them before?" But it's actually very simple. You see, I don't care all that much. I mean, yes, the movies were good and all. In fact, quite good, and it was especially fun for me to watch it and point out all of the people I recognized from other movies. I must say, it was really well cast. Regardless, I don't care all that much. At the time that those movies came out, everyone was obsessing over them and the books and making a big deal out of nothing, so I got bored with it. I suppose the fact that everyone had seen it or read the books put me off. When it comes to these kind of things, I suppose I'm a bit of a non-conformist. For example, with the Harry Potter books, I didn't read them when they first came out because I didn't like how everyone else was. I waited until the 5th book came out before I read the first one, because at that point, everyone had forgotten about the first few books and I was basically in the clear, if you're picking up what I'm putting down.
Aside from my cinematic and literary non-conformism, I did watch them. In one day, which, made me proud. They are really really long. I know that watching 3 movies in one day is not that big of a feat, but considering that I was watching it with my little sister and we had to find time in between babysitting, and you know, living, to watch them. Which isn't as easy as it sounds. We watched the first one at around 1 am on Monday night, which is technically Tuesday morning; the second one in the afternoon at about 4 or 5 (because we had been sleeping until 1); and we watched the last one that night at 10. In between however, there were lots of small children running around (which is technically untrue, because there were only 2 small children, but they were wreaking the havoc of at least 4), and family games because the therapist apparently thought it would be a good way to help fix our relationship. But that's a different story altogether.
Speaking of therapist though, I have to go back there in less than a week. *gags* What has this country come to where people need a prescription for everything and a therapist to talk about it all? I am 15. I am well aware that I don't have problems. I am well aware that a majority of people in this country don't have problems, which is pretty insightful for someone who's 15. It's just all fucking ridiculous, and completely true. Which, you all know anyway. People are just afraid of experiencing anything. They can't ever experience sadness, or pain because they don't like it. Buck up little camper, you're body was made to heal for a reason. You'd think that at some point people would take their helmets off and actually live for once, you know?
I think I've figured out that with our population today though, there's too many little things wrong with too many people, and that's going to be our downfall. Just like that one experiment, that I can't remember the name of, about the rat population. They lived in basically a utopia, but still died out anyway because there were just too many little things wrong with too many people.
Sorry for taking such an odd turn in this post, but, such is life, and I'm sure you'll forgive me. Or at least you were entertained or something. (Lizzi's here, so I'm gonna go do stuff.)
Je t'embrasse
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