We're going to see the movie tomorrow morning at Cinamark. I kinda hate to waste a perfectly beautiful day in the theater but. . . . well. It's a funny thing, something I've been thinking about. I started reading The Hunger Games in, what? January or February I guess? Since I've read them, at least four other people in and around me at work have begun or have read them. I mean, it's wildfire. And these books aren't new. I only just read them because I've been on the waiting list at Jocolibrary for the past year or so (no kidding). The power of suggestions, yes? I read them and inspired another who inspired another who inspired somebody else.
It would be a very interesting human study.
Perhaps I should've been a sociologist after all. Darn me and my art-degree / communications background. Oh well. That's the price you pay for choosing a degree on whether or not you'd have to take math or science (I did not with mine. Haven't taken a science class since I was 17).

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