Somehow the same thing happens every time my sister goes out of town. My mom invites herself over to watch a movie or have dinner or something. As if, with my sister gone, I couldn’t possibly have plans. Listen, Mom, you can’t call me on a Friday and just assume I don’t have plans for the next day. Also, just because my sister is out of town, does not mean I am sitting at home all alone with nothing to do. Also, you can’t invite yourself over after I tell you I have plans already and you can’t invite yourself to hang out with me and my friends. It all makes me feel like an angry teenager all over again.
On top of which, my mom wanted to loan me this book about Tolkien’s work. She tells me that I only want to read the last chapter though because it is about the movies. When I asked about the rest of the book, she says that I don’t want to read those because the other chapters are about his books. I’ve never read the Similarion, but I’ve read The Hobbit, LotR and the Lost Tales. Yet she reiterated at least four times that I should only read the last chapter, while my sister should read the whole book. Apparently my mother thinks I am too stupid to be interested in an analysis of Tolkien’s work.
Also, she kept telling me how the LotR movies turned Tolkien into a cultural phenomenon. Did my mother not live through the 60s? Yes, the movies were a phenomenon in their own right and they revitalized an interest in his work, but it’s not like Tolkien’s work really needed the boost. How was she in her teens/twenties during the 60s and she doesn’t know this?
In much better news, The BFF came down for the weekend and we got to finally watch Step Up Revolution. As far as the Step Up movies go, story-wise I think it may have been the worst. Though Eddie was a total hottie - The BFF pointed out how he looked like a cross between Josh Hutcherson and Scott Caan, so you see my attraction. But the dancing was the BEST of all the movies by far. The end scene alone was mind-blowing, plus they took a time-out for some nice contemporary dancing that was refreshing in the face of all the club dancing. Then we watched some first season SPN - Asylum and Scarecrow. It was like a cleansing for my soul. Seriously, I feel revitalized after some S1 SPN. Dean was fucking shining and Sam was so wee (yes, at 6’4) and everything is wonderful and beautiful in first season. I long for such a simple time again.
How were your weekends?