Of Dystopia, Young Love and The Girl on Fire

If you know him well, you'll know that Haymitch is quite the reluctant trainer(or at least, he pretends to be). Always drunk and irresponsible, one wonders why he stays around to teach the new tributes year after year. He probably wonders himself too, except he does get his "refreshments".

Same for me, in a way. I wonder why I still do these movie reviews. They're not the main point of my blog, and not many people read them anyway. But, like Haymitch's alcohol, they're quite...satisfying.

Besides, who can not talk about this:

Spoilers ahead.

Progress Report, Term 1

Around me are grey walls. Smooth, grey walls with a slightly darker streak here and there. Nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, my laptop's right where it's supposed to be, which is to say a distance away from my already-stressed eyes. God, this is becoming unhealthy. But write I will, for write a long time I haven't done. Too long, in fact.

So what's different then? The walls are still grey, but they're mine. The laptop is on a desk as always, but it's my desk. Me? I'm sitting in my chair. That's right, folks, I'm home.