My few readers, pardon the delay in a new post. I will not give any explanation or excuse beyond the simple summary of what happened.
On Jan 8th, on which I went to bed after 4h AM, as my previous post says (and which resulted in waking up for a cold lunch), finally we went to see The Two Towers. I chose the big theatre near here, but my friend, the one with the car, decided to go to the bigger one a bit further. It would start at 9h50 PM there; we arrived at 8h55, and it was sold out. We returned to the mall where I wanted to go first, and its three rooms showing the movie. By then it was 9h10, the last scheduled session was 10h50. All sold out. Annoyed, we bought tickets for the following day, 8h40 PM, and went home.
Jan 9th was a wasted day until 8h20 PM, when we left to the mall – rather late, in my opinion. But somehow we made it there in time (it will probably cost him a fine). In time meaning we found empty seats 10 seconds before the lights were turned off. Unimportant, because the place was great; right distance, right positioning and right height. I was happy to go by having to read the subtitles only for Treebeard and Smeagol – and, of course, when they spoke in Qenia. I refrain from criticizing, there has been enough praising and bashing everywhere. I liked it, I prefer the first movie, I was greatly upset at the unnecessary changes in the story, and even more at the fact they threw the last part of the book into the next movie. Furthermore, I was very sure Gondor appeared in The Two Towers – and I was also very sure the two towers were Minas Tirith and Minas Morgul, for some reason; maybe because I read the second and third books in the same week, I probably confused everything. To conclude, by the gods, the scene with Arwen standing by Aragorn’s grave in an abandoned Gondor is one of the most heartshattering things I have ever seen.
My birthday, January 10th. It was interesting to play voleyball under heavy rain. Then the always obvious and no less unwanted small party. Not bad, but I truly dislike being the target of Happy Birthday son; plus the calls throughout the day, far less than previous years (good in one hand, sad in the other). One person online remembered my birthday. Fair, given I never remember theirs. No matter, with each passing year it means less.
A few days ago, after I got The Fellowship of the Ring in DVD, I mentioned to my sister I should ask for the soundtrack in CD, but it would not be fair, given I already had received a gift, albeit early. Yesterday I got not only the Fellowship soundtrack, but also The Two Towers. That was great! I also received a Kero-chan to go with my three Sakura literally sitting on my shelf, among other things. No one found any sheep to add to my collection, though.
I wish this were a serious Journal, or a very funny Journal, but both are far from happening. All in due time, if ever.
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