one heck of a research company

We finished watching the movie version of Cry, the Beloved Country today in english. Wie depressing. The book, by Paton for those of you wondering, had been one of our reading assignments, so we used the James Earl Jones movie as a review for the AP test. Somehow I highly doubt I’ll end up using that on the essay. In fact, it’s really not even one of my candidates. At any rate, after having read it way back in August, it was nice to end class with the movie. I found myself choking back tears at the end, just as I did while reading it. (One of the few made-from-a-book movies that I’ve ever felt did justice to the novel.) Why did I keep the tears in? I don’t know. I’m guessing that I’m getting sick of bursting into tears during various (German class) classes and having those same German class people (Chris G.) seeing me cry. -laughs- I used to cry during movies at home all the time. Now I rarely cry at home, but find myself crying in school – a place I never used to cry. Goodness.

Except for the second entry I ever wrote in this diary, which I had forgotten about until yesterday when I glimpsed over it, where I cried or almost cried 7 times in one school day. Funny.

Tonight I’m participating in a sneak preview of a cable show for some research company. I think they’ve called me about 4 times now to confirm that I’m going to be home and watching this show. “We’re just calling to remind you that the cable show you agreed to watch will be airing on Wednesday from 7 to 7:30pm on channel 32, and that we will be calling back Thursday sometime in the evening to talk to you. We highly suggest that anyone under the age of 14 not be around for the viewing of this preview, so you might want to take that into consideration while viewing the show. Remember, we care about your opinion and want to know your thoughts. Would it be alright if I call back at the start of the show to make sure you’re getting the signal and all that?” Good Lord. When I agreed to do this I didn’t think it’d be that much of a production. Oh well… at least “because it’s a preview, there will be no commercial interruptions.” That’s a plus. I get to see some show with no stupid commercials telling me how fat the world is, and then I get to tell them what I really think of it. I almost hope it’s bad just so I can trash it. -grins-

Ahh, a delicious cheese pizza just for me. Ok, so really it’s a small tomato and mushroom pizza – not the point. My parents are out at some corporate dinner somewhere, so I ordered a pizza. What the heck. Live a little, as they say. Whoever “they” are. Probably the same people that want my opinion on this cable show.

I’m rather surprised they’re not calling me every five minutes to make sure I’m awake.

In an attack of paranoia, I began to wonder what their true intentions were. Maybe it’s just a plan to somehow destroy a guaranteed number of viewers. Maybe they’re going to brainwash us through this cable show. (whoever they are) The entire bit about no one under 14 also made me question this a little. -shrugs- I guess we’ll find out, ehh? I also half expect someone to drive up as soon as it’s over and threaten that if I tell anyone about the show, it’ll be not so good for me. But like I said, attack of paranoia.

Which basically means I never was serious about any of the thoughts, but rather amused myself with them instead.

My mom did something similar to this earlier in the year. Instead of being on cable, however, they sent her a tape of the show. The show was really bad, and there were tons of commercials. When they called her the next day, it turned out that really they didn’t care about the show (which is why it was God awful) and were only interested in the products and commercials. Go figure.